The stroll

I was walking down a wet worn out tar road and kicking rocks like a ten year old, with no friends, that is longing to play.

I smell petrichor and notice the skies are grey... connotations of what is opaque is usually sad but there's this feeling, a feeling that is familiar but I couldn’t put my hand on it.

Until I realized it was a feeling of happiness that seeped in through all the cold and overwhelmed my body with some sort of heat... a sudden urge to skip and laugh hits me and I start to wonder if it was the season change but instead it was a genuine feeling of joy.

I feel a flame that burns in my heart but slowly the fire burns out and the white and grey ash falls to the ground.

Now I feel cold, trying to rub my bumpy skin just to feel warm again, but all it was, was a feeling of being overwhelmed by the happiness... I couldn’t fathom how.

Coming out of a deep dark place had me forgetting how happiness felt. Although the wind got heavier and I felt a rain drop on my nose, like a Phoenix, a better version of my heart arises... it’s like the saying: “After the storm passes, the sun shines.” And a realization came to me and all I could think was, can it get any better?

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