Atmosphere

Between One Moment and the Next in the Slowness of Rain

There is a liminal space between things.

The opening of the cottonwoods along the banks of their internal rivers slows in the rain.

It holds, as the tree climbs up and down at the same time, balancing worlds.

When the sun shines again (the next morning), it draws the tree further out of itself.

This is the life that is between.

It is the kind of life we know on Earth.

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