You fall and emboss the outer layers in bubbles, and I am suddenly surrounded.
This new shape becomes you. Soft on the eyes, cold on the cheek, a natural birth place for steam and reconciliation. I can speak to you with clarity, as your new found formation offers a lasting calm.
"How long will you stay?"
"I guess your voice hasn't changed."
Still, I see the apology in your rainy frame, a perpetual gift, a never ending birthday.
I think I will stay inside today.