patter taps
earth breathes; roots relax
trees stretch; leaves drip
rivers rush gutters
insects scatter; wings whirr
clouds press closer
horizon smudges
open fields steam loam
relief rises; breath returns

It Started With a Smell

Early this morning, I caught it, the scent of raindrops rinsing our thirsty, windswept valley after the driest summer in 130 years. I told myself right then I should write a poem about that smell. Funny thing is, the only place it shows up is in the title, but I’m happy with the imagery that took shape instead.

Published by TheOtherKLM

Hey there! I'm K.L. McDaniel, an introverted extrovert who's into fitness with a bit of a twist and always shuffling through life's organized clutter. Here at TheOtherKLM, I dive into everything that makes us tick—from the quiet corners of introverted minds to the sweat and joy of staying active, all while keeping our mental game strong. I'm all about contradictions that somehow make perfect sense. Think of me as your go-to for exploring how to learn endlessly, live healthily, and think deeply, all without losing our collective minds. It's not just about fitness or learning; it's about finding balance in the chaos and connecting in the most unexpected ways. So, if you're into making sense of life's beautiful mess with me, stick around. We're in for a journey of learning, laughing, and maybe a bit of dancing... metaphorically speaking, of course.

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