Ryan Powers Boyle

About a slow winter rain that lasts all day....ethereal sea-sponges sifting through life and giant insects made of yarn pollinating minds with unforseen wonders. The way the morning smells when you’re not tired, and miniature domesticated elephants roam your neighbor’s yard among the bald pickup truck tires and just-crowned maple saplings. Perception-altering movies at lunchtime on Tuesday and realizing exactly what life means, to me, at this moment. Or this one....maybe now?