Thursday, July 10, 2008

Storms




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Gray skies used to scare me, when accompanied by rolling, resilient thunder and bright sparks of lightening.


Now I see their poetry.


How many people have sat on a rock, in the middle of the field and laughed as the thunder and lightening play red rover across the skies? Braver than me, but I can see the storm through their eyes; see its beauty.


I need to find that rock and that field and calmly and bravely let the rain slide down my cheeks. Pure contentment, right there.


After all of our quests through life - imagine finding the answer in a field.


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