Inside my little hut I prepped dinner for stovetop in lieu of the grill, which was my original intention. We sat and ate. By the time dinner was over the sun was out again, the air still and cool, and the only sign of the storm was drifting east and out of sight.
I marveled at the scent and taste of the air, the crispness of the landscape, and the feel of the stillness on my body as I sat outside in the gleaming rays of the waning sunshine.
All things pass, I felt a voice whisper. No matter how dark, moody, dramatic, dull or powerful … they pass. And the sun always shines on the transformation.
And I wake to make a new day today.