It’s a stormy season, and as seasons go, so does our heart sometimes.
Up, down, sideways;
carried away by the wind;
pummeled by the rain.
Funny thing about storms though. Seems cliche, but when the storm stops it’s always so beautiful and calm.
The refreshing sun and blue sky.
The smells;
Everything just seems so perfect in an almost eery way.
When I think about this I try to remind myself that blue sky and bright shining sun is always there even when we can’t see it.
Somehow that keeps me grounded.
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