Skeletal trees need the flesh of green to bring hope…
Posted on | March 15, 2010 | Comments Off
Another miserable day. “Will it ever end?” she wondered aloud. This had definitely been the worst winter she could remember. The most snow and lately the most rain and wind and the grayest skies which would depress even the happiest person. She imagined looking out her window to see the green of leaves, but that was a while off yet. A blue sky would be nice. Any “color” would be nice in her world but it seemed that everything was gray and her mood definitely reflected that.
Each day presented itself as a new opportunity, one she seemed to have a hard time taking advantage of. Perhaps it was supposed to be this way. Perhaps something miraculous would appear before her eyes as she lay in her bed staring out at the gray sky. It was possible. Anything was possible. It was possible she’d actually accept her fate and quit denying it, quit being angry with it, and make the best of it. It was possible that everything really was going to be ok. It was possible that dogs really could send strong messages and rubber band balls could represent something other than misery collected. It was possible she would believe in herself.
She took another moment to look out the window and be grateful that indeed the skeletal trees were what she was looking at and not something worse…
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