Temporal Veins
Sunbaked earth cracks mirrored the pulsing beneath skin, recalling summers spent diverting water through dusty fields. With each contraction, a remembered rhythm strengthened—not a novel sensation, but a deepening echo within established channels. This wasn’t an unveiling of time so much as immersion in it, present experience molded by an inherited pattern like stone worn smooth by persistent flow. The body's work quieted, shifting from hollow spaces to accumulating traces, a slow layering of what had been into what now is.