Rain comes in phases--it pours, it sprinkles, the sun appears, it pours. Is the weather taking cues from me? The sun’s rays burn my eyes. The ground reflects its sparkle.
A bittersweet feeling of where I am lingers in the humid air. Then the breeze comes—a soft, soothing breeze overpowering my senses. I have chills.
This is what cleansing feels like. This is where I start again. I gather my thoughts, organize my folders, push away all of my thoughts and complaints properly filed under “first world problems,” and just enjoy what I Have.
Here I will refresh.