On these rainy winter days,

there's nothing left to do

but to weigh in on

the state of my lifeworld.

The gravity of my meditation

puts me down, runs me aground,

and wraps me in an abyssal mood.

On these rainy winter days,

there's nothing left to do

but to lift my spirits up

so as to soar above

the misty surfaces of the blue,

and look down at the ground

upon which my body grew.