Steady stream

What I notice is that the moment I try to define it, it becomes ‘me’. And as I simply experience it, it seems completely limitless.

And outside, a steady stream of wind blows beyond a gush, before a roar. Just a steady stream, like a river outside my window, rapids outside my door. This is an exceptionally early spring. For now. We had a quite early winter, and now it seems spring is upon us. Let’s await the next offering of the weather gods.