Reflection 4/21 - Skin

It smells like incense here in my little cell, and rain without. The stillness and the quiet are protection from the motion of the outside - the rain falling and the people shrouded in dark clothes and dark moods. The weather is bad today, better to be inside. I am inside, waiting in my fallout shelter against the world. Here I am like the sage, the immortal, clothing myself in this solitudinous space, armor against the onslaught. It comes with me, I think, when I walk outside, and keeps me safe. Who else but me would reside in my clothing, within my own skin? Sometimes there's an echo, too, when I speak, and the words don't get out. But the rain falls on the outside, and I am untroubled.