Self Created Meditation
It is the sound of the rain. Hitting against the window pane.
I can hear the ocean waves crash upon the shore.
The thunder rumbles ever so gently behind the sound of the splattering rain.
I’m sitting in a bay window, on a cushion, looking out past some thin blinds, open, looking across a green field. There’s a yard, a road, and a greater wooded area beyond in my view.
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