the race was over,
the war was done,
the clouds parted
and she found herself still standing
solid, like steel,
no longer cheap wooden stilts
All the hassles, appointments, stuff we were working to get through or done on time
Stopped
These moments are so precious
When I can see clearly where I am
Unobstructed
And I am free to pick and choose a direction
Instead of it already being decided for me by circumstances, date, obligation or time
Deep breathing
In
This
Eye of the Storm place
I know the upcoming storm
Draws near
I know it must pass through me
To finally disperse and no longer harm
I stand
And I am so grateful
For this moment
I put the telescope down to my side
I drop the luggage
And pull out the backpack.
I take a good long drink
I Am
