Expressive Explorations

[Written with  J. M. W. Turner's painting, 'Rain, Steam, and Speed - The Great Western Railways' (1844) as a prompt.] Water buoys us, as the line between rain and river fades. Towering arches bridge the divide, looming human mastery through the haze. Steam assaults torrent, far away, but all we hear is wind's howl and water flowing up, flying above. Today viaduct becomes aqueduct, as our amazed mouths fill with riverrain, distance disappears in train; high above us and miles away, when the deluge fills the day. 

Day, Tick One more wane day done. One more line carved on the wall, into my mind, my past. Day, Tock One more ebb day done, awaiting a distant surge, which surely arrives. 

Yesterday, at my front door, I dropped my keys, and caught them before they hit the ground. Such a simple thing, feeling so full, that all else receded, momentarily. I did a tangy dance, feeling power surge, and let out a little whoop of delight. My neighbours probably heard, but who cares? My reflexes are a fine-tuned spring, today. Yesterday, at my front door, I dropped my keys, and caught them before they hit the floor.