A perfect autumn day
Yesterday, the weather forecast said it would rain all day. Lots of rain. All day.
And yet, it was one of those perfect āfour seasons in one minuteā autumnal days.
Rain, storms shaking trees that are barely hanging on to their leaves, clouds rushing by so fast, each second a snapshot to rivalthe art ofthe famous Golden Age landscape artists.
A day made for writers. A day made for artists. A day made for dreamers.
A day to release all thoughts into the wind howling around the house.
It made me think of emotions.
Emotions tend to think of themselves as permanent, but they are just clouds rushing by on a blustery autumn day.
They are just violent rainstorms that slash down onto you without mercy.
And in those moments we never imagine the sun shines again. Never imagine the joy we so yearn for is in reach.
Storms howl, and we let go. The sun returns, the light so bright we need shades.
Blustery autumn days are such magnificent teachers of faith, of resilience.
The tree may drop some leaves, but its roots keep it firmly in the ground.
The artist may cry, but her inner joy keeps her rooted in life.
A perfect day.