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.
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.