I’m sitting on the dock, cross legged. The sun was just above the tree line shining a fiery red, the aftermath above me is a beautiful pink.

Something happened right here not long ago, and if I’m being honest I’m still not sure what it was exactly. Well, I do, but understanding it took some thought.

What answer I have drawn from my deep and sometimes infuriating recollections of that rainy summer morning, both of us watered by the sky, have been the same every time I go over it.

For whatever reason I can’t conjure any negative emotion towards it, still.

How could I, when I look into a mirror there’s nothing but lessons to be learned, for those I am always grateful.

How could I hold such ethereal experiences in bad light just because turbulence disturbed the airflow. Life is chaotic in nature.

I’m not mad, upset, hurt, or even bereft. It could be my ignorance. Or, it could be that I have finally reached a point in my life that I appreciate people who come and disrupt it enough for me to make change.

Thankful, that’s what I am.