bundled up rain pouring down icy wind blowing so grateful
each day made of the stuff of dreams. food, clothing, a safe place to rest how blessed we are.
dreams of another time when life was more complex. glad i woke up!
how lucky i am to be cold walking from my car into my office. one hundred steps to the warmth. only one hundred steps.
weather brings us together with so much to discuss and complain about we can talk for hours.
my life is half begun though i have yet to live so filled with fear and a need to please that i no longer know who i am if I ever did.
you worry what others think until it overtakes your life driving you to say, do and be things that you are not. too much you say one day which feels like all the rest to me and other observers. a ray of golden sunlight passing through dismal gray clouds and i finally get to see you.