summer storms

There is something about a summer storm looming over the horizon, grumbling and rumbling as it creeps it’s way to closer and closer the the edge of where you exist. You know it’s coming. You feel it in your bones.  And when it hits, you lose your sight, your mind, your direction…your compass.

Somehow though, as quick as those summer storms come, they leave again. Even though your world looks a little messier, you are better for it.  You stand stronger – nourished and fed and grateful for the sunshine at your back once again.

no comments

Your email is never published or shared. Required fields are marked *



There was an error submitting your comment. Please try again.