It was all there, and so intensely. Intense like the heat of a warming sunray that softly dissapears behind a cloud. There to wash over you, and envelope with caressing warmth, only to without notice go back behind that cloud and dip you back into shade.
There are so many clouds in the sky. So many shapes and sizes...so many that the grey days can go on and on and on.
But clouds do not last forever.
The sun prevails to warm our souls.
And when it grazes past the gloom with confident succession every time, we take the moment to stand in all its glory; cleanse away the cold.
Burn off this shroud and turn the darkness into ashes only to be whisked away by the winds of time. Let go of the grey shawl; drop it to your feet and step away.
Step, stroll, walk, canter, run, leap....leave it behind.
That grey blanket only ever gave you real warmth with the sun pouring over it.
Its patchy affections were only worth the frayed threads you stitched into it.
Begin a new tapestry in the sun. Though, always take that moment to feel the heat. Bathe in the beauty.
It sinks into you.
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