I could cry today. Cry back at you as I stare back at the gray rain-torn sky. I see trees and their full-bellied branches reaching upwards, towards the vastness of an infinite sky, from my lens. And the clouds, like a serene ballet, they float, they drift across your soft shadowing stage. And you make me happy. You make me sad. I am that gray today. I am yearning… Yearning and stirring inside for something new to be reborn, something tired and weary to rest, something stifling to die.
I could cry today. Cry back at you. May my tears water what is deep inside and help it grow to see the light of day.
Joy Storytelling 