The thing I love about nature –the weather in particular is that it’s brutally uncaring of your feelings; especially if you’re feeling down; the fact that you wake up sad just makes the sun shine brighter and the breeze more playful and annoying.
In the real world, nature doesn’t sympathize with you on your bad days. Maybe it’s a reminder that you’re not the only person the sun is shining down on; you’re not always the main character. There are other people that need the sun even on your gloomiest days.
I awoke quite late, from a dead and dreamless slumber.
Events of the past night rushed back to me, more vivid than a dream, reminding me that it hadn’t been all one big nightmare. Acceptance is hard sometimes, but it’s a threshold that’s crossed only once. Once you make peace with whatev
