#14: the things about storms

There wasn't really a storm last week. I mean there was, sure, but not here, at least not for us, not this time.

We drove south and spent the night with friends anyway. For safety, in part, but mostly just to be in the company of humans we love. Days before, we drove home due to a different kind of storm. Not the kind you can see or hear. But the kind you can feel, deep down. The kind that hits close to home.

That's the thing about life's storms. They're dark. And they don't always come with warning. They shake us, and can be devastating, but they also bring light and unexpected times of togetherness.

It's been a stormy summer...


there is always light
after the skies have parted
the calm is coming