At some point, the unadorned simplicity of waiting becomes the best way to live with your feelings, letting each rippling wave be fully itself until the moment when you notice it has somersaulted into something else.

But while you patiently watch the roving raindrops splatter against your windows, you still wish you could make the heavy canopy of clouds lose its dark density enough to convince you of soon vanishing sorrow.  Yet you know to turn away from tomorrow’s forecast, kneading your dough into the cozy scent of well-being instead, and sipping milky coffee until its velvet luxury caresses your unconsenting posture into the softness of a daydream.

So as you wait for the sky’s tears to stop rushing down the rooftops and pooling in the streets, let yourself imagine the coming exuberance that follows each obsessive storm…when the immense choreography of the sun’s long-awaited debut dances in every sparkling puddle leftover, amplifies the emerald in every green, and lifts your heart with a leap into a suspended moment that finishes with the levity of a graceful flip.