A Fresh Start

Yes, I’m awake. No, I’m not asleep. I’ve just been thinking …

Storm has been coming for quite a while now. We’ve had occasional showers on and off, but never lasting for some time. Lately it has been on rare occasions that I’ve actually seen the sun shinning. If at all appearing to represent a love like the one in this marriage, I would have to say where there is not much effort on anyone’s part of trying.

How can the light of day make its way into a marriage that has seen the darkest of times? How can you plan for a future that never once entered your mind? How can I even begin to sort through the cloudiness and fog that affects emotional judgment? How I begin to end one and write a new chapter when the book of my life has already been edited and sent to press?

Sunshine that compliments the wind that stirs the air. Hope is the one, but yet I’m told hope is there for the asking. Hope is the smile of despair, the force that gets you out of bed and down the stairs and out the door, into the world.

It can be found in a connected glance between two people. A simple “Hello …” or holding open a door to let someone pass through. Or perhaps even in a simple gesture of buying the person next in line a cup of coffee. But mostly saying these two simple words, “I’m sorry …”