Wednesday.

Time continues to pass. Each day brings another. The struggle continues. The wind be whipping through the now sprouting trees and grayness fills the sky.

Some genius continues to say it be raining (910 am)...none spotted yet and not even on the dandy Seatle webcam can I see this magical rain. However it does feel like a storm is everywhere. The need to wash it all away seems cover everything.

Outside lies the silence except for the sound of branches brushing throughout. The birds seem to be hiding away in their small santuaries of peace. The mind works similarly. It can storm wtihin and have sections hidden away for safety until it passes.

Inside the quietness surrounds one except for the sound of turning pages and winding slicing through life outside. The mind storms with so much, some spoken and some not. Life continues on its path of destruction in hopes of finding a new place of comfort. Hopefully letting the heart feel content or even safe for a while.

Let it rain hard. Peace.