Hmmmm… the truth is, sometimes I find it quite painful to be alive.
And I know rain brings growth; and it is dark when it rains—and it can be stormy. loud. crashing. dissonant.

I am on the edge of the span; hanging out over dark, turbulent waters below.

And there is something that heals, soothes, consoles.

It is unending in its patience. Unwavering; it is real.

I am grateful for it. deeply so.