“Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of rain” –Mary Oliver “Wild Geese”
The sun is always going to rise whether you’ve convinced yourself that you’re ready or not. The rain is seemingly foggy, but once you wipe the tears from your eyes, you remember all that has nourished you and brought you here. Every day a new sun, but it has been the same one that has shined on you all of these years. Differing angles of light. It has shined before you and it will shine after you. But you have managed to fit into its cycle. Running your hands through the wisps of your hair, trying to find something to complete the circuit when you feel uneasy.
Your breath tastes like the same coffee you’ve been drinking for years, but each sip draws you closer to a new sunset. Sunrise: cascades of pink and yellow. Flooding the bathtub beneath your feet.
You remember you’re here.