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Crystals

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By Megan ArtusPublished 5 years ago 1 min read
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I feel like my eyes can't take it all in.

My mind just can't register it.

Overwhelmed is what I'd call it-

Sensory overload.

Some things are just so beautiful or simply breathtaking.

I wish those moments would last longer.

I feel so rushed trying to comprehend what's in front of me.

It started raining really hard.

Without even a second thought,

I ran out into the parking lot.

Oh, it was wonderful.

It was like hail but I wouldn't call it that.

It was tiny chunks of ice, clear ice.

Small, hard crystals pouring from the sky in sheets.

That's what I would call it.

Crystals.

And it was falling so fast.

The sky was pitch black and the asphalt looked like a lake in a storm.

It's a black river! she repeatedly shouted into the wall of noise.

The ice chunks under my bare feet hurt but adrenaline killed the pain,

and the cold.

It was so great-

My adrenaline stopped.

I got cold.

It was time to go inside.

I didn't want to leave.

The moment was pure magic.

I had to go in.

My feet were going numb.

It hadn't been five minutes.

It went way too fast.

I came in wishing for a waterproof camera.

I came in wishing to go back out.

I came in wet.

I remained in my damp clothes as I finished up my homework, letting my hair dry.

It was worth it.

It was more than worth it.

nature poetry
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Megan Artus

@megdmerrillwrites

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