lightness

A not so common early evening rain in Doha. Weeks later, if I focus, I can still catch the scent of water in the air.

It’s approximately two years later, a few emails in between, many questions posed in mid-air within the quiet hum of solitude, revisiting past years of histories and imagining future encounters, and it’s ok. After a rising and falling of any possible emotion, it’s comforting to realize that one day, the cavity, chipped weak inside the chest, is now sealed afresh, regenerated.