The clouds are deep and low, ominously meeting the lush greenness of the Illinois horizon. I love the silver green of sunlight on beans and the yellow green of the rolling crops, waving in the breeze. The light is just right and the colors are illuminated against the overcast sky.
The fields call to me from my driver’s seat. My heart is heavy, like the clouds, full of sorrow. The negativity of my past haunts me like a shadow I do not welcome.
I wait for the beauty to penetrate my depths. It is sometimes the only thing that keeps the sadness at bay especially since I don’t have window washers for my eyes if I were to rain while driving.
There are those who are concerned for me and my choices. I guess my truth is that I am only able to take one day at a time, interrupted occasionally with a spritz of hope in the future; often seeking to find joy in the journey when I can manage it.
Today I find joy in the verdancy of the blowing yellow fields that softly brush the sky.
Anne
July 1, 2021
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