My mind kept going and I couldn’t sleep. So much flowed through my mind, I was exhausted even before the day started.
This morning I made my way out to the parking garage, and it seemed that hell was in bed with me all night, not a wink had been slept. My eyes cried out for more sleep; I felt sluggish and heavy.
Then, without thinking, I looked up.
The sky was beautiful.
The full moon continued to shine as if it did not want to go, and soft clouds were floating silently. Something inside of me was altered by that serene view. My heart was lighter, and I had fewer problems for a short while.
It still spooks me how nature knows what we need! The sky, the moon and clouds never demand anything, nor does golden sunlight. It was just a way for them to remind you that every hard night has an new morning.
Often it is a quiet message, one you get just by glancing up at the sky:
Grin. "Continue. You are capable of doing this.
