Sunday, 1 November 2009
Let it rain.
It's raining. Just softly, the lightest mist landing softly on my outstretched hands. I don't think it will stay around, it wasn't forecast. But it's here now, and I'm delighting in it. The soft greyness outside seems to complement my mood - tentative, shy, gentle. I hope it decides to stay, for a little while at least.
It soothes me, seeming to slow my heart and still my nerves. I'm still shaking, but I feel more peaceful, I can see tiny shards of me beneath the dark blanket that has covered me this past week.
It's so light, barely there. I think it's clearing already.