The cold winter has arrived. The leaves were damp and the streets seemed damp. I passed the empty streets and thought about the lack of people at this time of year.
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Hmm, a firestorm hits my body, heading far, far into the unknown. Suddenly, a small voice whispered behind me. Surprised, I turned around and saw nothing.
Messed up. I looked ahead The streets were as quiet as a cemetery, but my heart was racing as multiple thoughts flowed at once. was it a ghost? was it an animal? Supernatural Beings or Angels? Days when we wondered if we were alone in this world or if other creatures lived beneath us in front of us.
There were instances when we were all led to believe that we were all protected, cared for, and always cared for. On days when life seemed dark and the mind could no longer distinguish between day and night, man came. and will tell you another way. Incidental help from strangers, little tweaks elsewhere, and very simple gestures are all it takes in a long chain of events where the drudgery meets the divine. Hope is a strange thing. It comes at unusual moments, but it always comes on time and when it's most needed, so its shape is unpredictable.