It has hard to get out of bed this morning. It was raining and I could hear the plink, plink, plink of drops hitting the gutter above my window. It had a hypnotic affect. Every time I thought about getting up or what I might do today, I was drawn back to the plink, plink, plink. I would surrender and become one with the rain.
It was torturous to be drawn away from my egoic existence and, at the same time, beautiful to dwell for a few moments in the sanctity of the now.
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