Exports
a thousand cicadas
replaced by a single squawk —
changing of the guard
Sometimes you get to see the world change.
At some point in my morning run, I turned a corner and realised the day had completely turned. No longer was I carefully making my way through tight grey fog amidst the sounds of insects, I was instead sprinting through clear daylight and listening to the birds.
I love moments like that; moments where the whole world turns on a dime right in front of you. Moments that make the world feel like a world and not just a blank canvas.