Tonight, rain hits my window.
My house is dark and quiet with the faint sounds of those breathing next to me. The gentle pitter patter of the droplets outside call to me, like tiny stones being tossed at my window from a beckoner. My mind wanders to Father Time, Mother Nature, and I question my place here as I often do. My soul is still searching to belong, but I fear I was never meant to. I’ve been traveling to different places in my mind – places where all of the different possibilities are endless. But, I always find myself coming back to the same place. Is this my calling? There’s no map, no compass, just a pin point position with a space in between It and Me. Tears well in my eyes as I feel Its presence wash over me.
I firmly take the reins. They shake in my hands. My breath speeds up. As I prepare for the plunge. The light drizzle of rain turns to a steady pour. Is it urging me to jump? The anticipation of diving in has been present, scratching at my bones for so long. Nothing is perfectly aligned, but I needn’t wait any longer. I’m ready.