When you stay back at the house as the storm comes low and near, picture harmonies running through your living room laced in thunder and pride. Feel the hums of nature crawling through your closets and cupboards and loose tiles ready to burst into clouds of color and light when you realize there is nothing to fear here. Stay close to your things, and know that the body knows how to hide from the trespasses of the past. Inching forward in the rain to the mailbox on the corner, expect a bright blue card, a gift or the nothing at all. The pressure ceases when just being here collapses like a soft cake doused with milk. We are refining the moments now, clean and unfettered by opportunities which don’t sound like much, but feel like everything.