The Storm Is Coming

It’s Summer… and I feel like there’s a storm brewing on the horizon.
One of those asshole storms that builds and grows, then sits and stays for too long. It covers the roads and drowns the gardens; it ruins the delicate balance of the world for awhile. The winds whip items around and knock over the tender plants while limbs and trees fall beneath its force.

But after that storm? The wildflowers bloom for months and the grass grows so tall you have to cut it twice as often. the world blooms and there is life everywhere you look. 

I feel like this storm is coming soon. I’m battening down the hatches and getting the boat ready. It’s gonna be a bitch to navigate and I have a feeling walls and fences will fall beneath the relentless winds, but I’ll rebuild. I’ll make myself better in its wake. I will be better for having weathered this storm.