thoughts
cool air rushing through the
open window
feels like water on my skin.
cold wind
stirring autumn leaves outside my window
carries the clean scent
and the pattering of rain on leaves.
at four in the morning
there are beads strewn across my desk
(partially blocking access to the keyboard)
the fruits of careful sorting and organization
disregarded
so that I can see all my beads and tools at once
earrings hang from the lamp
at eye level, for careful inspection;
fingertips sore from handling metal and messy glue;
hands smell of copper;
piles of glass and metal make typing uncomfortable;
lightning lights the sky, thunder rides the breeze
coming in through the window
at four thirty in the morning
and I am happy.