Be Strong. The Weather will Change.

This plate of misery.  With fork and knife. 

Eat.  To save another life. 

From the weight that company would have to take. 

Putting on a brave face. 

Leave no crumb, not a trace.

These are the pains which take, all the joy that makes, me human.

The Rain is not sad when it comes. The Rain doesn't cry happiness fun.
The Rain comes. The Rain goes. And the ground sprouts anew, for Life's show.

Refreshing Sunlight.

The blue sky finally came out.  So I continued on my journey in high spirits.  Though I love the rain and those cloudy days, the recent struggles have made them heavy.  Even the nymphs were absent on those gray covered paths.  Leaving only the shadowed reaper standing watch in the grass. 

But now the sun is out.  And the blue sea in the sky has broken through the fluff layer.  It's refreshing to see that old friend again.  He was gone a long time. 

A whisper on the wind reminded me of a simple ritual that I had been forgetting.  I pulled out list of crumpled half forgotten things to do.  And realized that I never checked off a success or two.  Standing there on the dew covered path, I checked off a huge success.  It was a cause for celebration. 

Danced in the light.  Still alive.

Keep feeling fascination...