still
I like the feeling of moving.
still 2025.08.31 it's still i don't like still even though i look up at the sky and can see the clouds moving barely covering the yellow-white eye staring down on me like the sheer window coverings my grandmother preferred i like the feel of moving air pushing on me like i'm still going somewhere and still no wind it feels like the change between summer and autumn like between the rise and the fall of expectations like when a person goes cold i don't like still except in winter i'm not ready for winter
Mary Gauthier - When A Woman Goes Cold


