'Therapy through Storms, Buds, Buds and Buds'
There was a storm brewing for a while, one that kept me indoors even when it was sunny and the sky was blue.
I walked through the door that had opened for me, I've decided to take every opportunity of social interaction and not close a door again. Slumped over, pushing through the coastal brush, following our noses, we came to an isolated opening where the light poured through the top of the spider web laced branches. Up on the edge of an island continent, a large blanket of ashen clouds smothered the sun and sent the birds into a hymn.
I left when I was well and ready.