08/24/2026
We talk about the golden hour & the warmth of the sunshine rays.
But no one talks about the beauty of the moody days, Or how the ominous skies can bring a blanket of comforting gray.
The way they let you connect with the parts of you that you hide.
The parts you keep tucked away,
until the winds bring a breeze of memories.
Like a knock on the door,
Impossible to ignore
you are greeted with the past......
....I find myself feeling my Momma most during these times. When I was caring for her through her final days, I would take breaks & go ride my bike. I rode as fast as I could letting the wind take my tears. It was my release. The only time I let myself break was away from the house. I had to stay strong..... The mantra of my life.
Life.....One of my tattoos says "Life is Tragically Beautiful". It really is. In order to truly appreciate something so precious & breathtaking as life, one must experience the loss & heartbreak of life. To be human is more than just sunshine & bliss. There is beauty in the storm. The rain drops tone is like an old friend saying "Here, sit with me. Don't let me cry alone."
-NM
