A storm was coming
and we knew it to be true
From the way the city lay swollen with pre-rain jitters
To the hurried anxiety I felt
It had been building
A fistful of emotion
A building of landscape
Through memory, do I travel
Connect deeper through intuition
To all the parts I need to nurture
And with that
The
s t i l l n e s s
The crispness of the wind
Amidst the crunch of snow beneath boots
We will take to the hills
And infuse them with new memory
As I share this synaesthetic connection
Of me to you
– Anna Perrson