There’s always Hope

Taken with my cell phone on the way to work this morning...I’ve been wrestling with feeling¬†melancholy.

It just happens.

Sometimes it comes on of it’s own accord, ¬†sometimes it’s just something in life that you have no control over.

It hits me like I wave I didn’t see coming while I was too busy admiring the beauty in a tidal pool.

I spent all day worrying, and watery eyed.

Unraveling like a poor crocheted sock caught on a nail.

Am i a leaf caught in the wind? Or am I the tempest unknowing of my own strength in emotion?

I don’t always have the answers….

I have to remember that there’s always a rainbow at the end of the storm.