I woke up in the middle of the night, my face wet.
Sadness penetrated my dreams and bled out subconsciously.
It was raining outside the windows of my soul.
I decided to shop for curtains, something to veil my billowy energy.
Bypassing all colors, I asked for help to find a specific shade of muteness.
An old lady approached, faced me directly and dared to stare deeply through the windows.
She said to me, “You have beautiful eyes”.
What am I grateful for?
- Words of kindness from strangers and a reminder of the beauty in storms.