I’m listening to you fall
I don’t feel sadness from your sound
You grow louder and heavier
As if hearing my enthusiastic silent call
Something inside me awakens
I need to feel you, see you, touch you
You sting my skin with your ice-cold touch
I am overtaken –
By the exhilaration of your freshness
Your excitement, your intensity, your ethereal ways
I feel at home
Slowly I sway
And begin to spin
Swiftly I fall
Drenched in your Beaujolais
You reveal to me a hidden past
Of beauty and mystic
A past I long to find out more about
A past to revisit and holdfast.
Take me home.
I’ve always been passionate about storytelling and impressed by the influence it has on people and the decisions they make in life. I love engaging with the projects I work on, diving headfirst into the research, investigation, and production of stories and articles I feel are worth writing about.