There is something in the
wind today, something in the way it is blowing, the way it
rustles the leaves on the ground. It isn't a terrible wind, but a wind of
memory and those are not always the most
pleasant things in the world.
As I stood on the front lawn this morning,
taking in the day, I felt a breeze across my face, it was cool, slow.. it reminded me of the things I've been through in the last year, and it
hurt. It was cruel of the day to throw such things at me, but in a way.. I
embrace the wind when it is like this. I let it rush past me, or slink by slowly, and I let the feelings of sadness overtake me. Sometimes when I see the
clouds crying, I feel
inclined to do so myself.
To have a terrible day of
extreme sadness, to remember things that hurt you
beyond words, it's a blessing in some ways. The dampness in the air that feeds your
tears will not always be, and when it leaves, when the winds change, they'll bring you something else, something so much better.. for this reason, and
this reason alone, I
love the wind today, and am thankful for its
presence.
You will never know
true happiness, if you have never known true
sadness.