other worlds

The start of spring is an in-between time; the cold rain both melting and freezing, and snow morphing itself into deep puddles.

Reflections in the water are clear and cool. Other worldly. {perhaps we are passing by endless possibilities.}

{suppose there was a world at the bottom of every pool?'}

and on the other side we no longer dream in gray and white, but open our eyes to find the morning.

music: chad zigweid inspired by 'the woods between the worlds' in The Chronicles of Narnia thevanillabeanblog.com

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