Carpe Coma

The rain today is perfect. It is a slow heavy rain, a cleansing rain with the rumble of distant thunder. Today marked what will quite likely be the start of a major transition, away from the recent frustrations and towards a much more appropriate future.

If today was to be interpretive, the rain would represent both the washing away of the recent past, and with the thunder, the rumble of future upheaval. Yet the storm comes without rushing winds, without the frenzied lightning of anxiety and fear. It is inherently calm and purposed. It is coming to be ridden into tomorrow, and the rider has been waiting for the reins.

(Ed. Note: Repost due to server data loss Original post date: 9/11/2009)