So many layers, so many layers

Though I am back in the states, there are some feelings that cannot escape. Tonight I stood outside our porch and tilted back as far as my spine would allow. Wearing four layers on my top and two boots below, I left my face open to the falling rain. A small black bill attached to a cap was the only thing preventing my hair from interrupting. Knowing nothing of what those two thought, I filled my lungs with air, down to my navel. Feeling the flow entering my abdomen and pressing into my knees, I shared a private smile with the breeze. Without a doubt out of the crowd, I feel anchored. Thoughts withstanding, I make things work. Tonight repeats, and more of the same, but it constantly builds, and my brain is a sponge. Ok, let's get it going.