And the weight of ancient boulders above you
When darkness falls in early afternoon
The medication makes you too numb to feel
Tree branches snap being weighed down by ice
Clouds cover the meadow in thick white
You breathe grey smoke into your lungs
Like bracing for the impending punch
It’s dark
Like opening up the sunroof to a gentle breeze
And crawling into the open air
When the sun rises and burns off the night
The world appears more clean and crisp
Trees grow green buds
Clouds part and make friendly shapes
You breathe in deep freshness
Like stretching out far your hands to receive the gift
It’s light
It’s the contrast that you notice most
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