Inside: pain. Shivers. Nausea.
A back that can no longer flex enough to curl up into a ball.
A body drifting toward senescence.
Some drops ticking against the windows.
Other drops hitting something else, making different notes as they strike different places.
Each drop anew; the whole rain fall old as Earth.
Which one matters?
Which gives comfort?
Can there be one without the other?
Which is change and which stasis?
2 February 2019