You’ve shown me everything from roller coasters with no tracks to ice cream sundaes the size of a car.
Last night I climbed a mountain with my kids and then couldn’t find them once I got to the top. Far too many times I try to overanalyze you.
Never a dull moment, and far too many times right on the money.
Once in a while I’ll dream of tornadoes – Angry black spirals tearing through a crystal blue sky. I run, sometimes the kids are there and sometimes I have strangers with me. Seeking shelter in basements made of glass. It’s scary, but I know that tornadoes are a sign of chaos in one’s life. And it’s true. So true.
Don’t give up on me.