Finding My Calm

It sometimes reminds me of a spring or summer storm. There is always a gray darkness to it, sometimes almost black or sometimes a scary tornado-is-coming yellow. Some days it is steady and dull and constant; others it comes in fast and furious with beating heart and cold hands. It can be expected, like an accurate forecast; or it can spring up out of nowhere, like a cloud burst in a sky that was blue only moments ago.  ...more