The wind is gusting something fierce.
The rain is pouring down.
The low spots in the yard are mudpits.
How can I take my daily picture-taking walk?
When I can't see?
When I can't feel my hands?
When I can't even stand upright?
I don't feel like whining anymore.
The wind is still gusting something fierce.
The rain is still pouring down.
The mudpits are still growing.
But I found what I wanted to go out searching for ...
Right on my own back porch step!
2 comments:
A just reward for your valient effort to escape the black pit, and find your own spot of eternal sunshine. In the shape of a heart of course.
I hope you always find sunshine in your soul, even on the darkest days. `Deann
I remember how the house would shiver and shake in the wind--does it still do that???
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