Yet Another Story

After nearly a week of being stuck in the house, it finally decided to stop raining. Still I waited a couple of days before heading outside. But the ground is still saturated from all the rain so my slippers are literally wet from the moisture. But I have been using my time wisely while it rained, by doing rewrites for my upcoming book. It’s funny after nearly a week of rewriting, I’ve decided to spend my time writing yet another story.

Between the soft breeze and the bright sun, I hear birds cry in the distance. Each call is distinct, yet following a certain cadence, if you pay attention. Along my arms the familiar blood bruises begin to form, a sure sign summer is approaching. Along with the bruises I noticed the hair on my arms is turning grey another sure sign Medicare Advantage will be calling soon. But I lived beyond my fear of making it past age 59, so I guess my anxiety needs to find something new to fear.

A few little cotton ball clouds have decided to blow by. While the usual suspects drive by heading down to the courthouse. I for one am just appreciating the birds and clouds, and even the traffic. Because it lets me know anything’s going according to plan. For no matter the situation or the amount of rain. Eventually peace and calm return and creative free thought will center our otherwise cluttered minds. So take this for what it’s worth for it's yet another story.