May = cold rain and unpredictable weather in Denver. On a day like today, when the skies are dropping hail and the day is best for reading, I find that pre-established sentiment to remain consistent. Having come from Florida, I missed the seasons that guide the natural ebb and flow of moods and activities. Being privy to seasons now, and understanding my own lack of control over the weather and the way of things in general, I find myself more at peace and forgiving than ever of all I cannot control. Grateful even for the things that don’t kill and only make us stronger.
In this post, my only real intention is to talk about my season and what’s going on, so I can look back and remember this otherwise hardly documented time.