The storm has come and gone.  As I look outside, I see the road still where it was, the bins across the road are still standing, and the birds are busy eating out of the feeders and off the ground.  While the snow and winds were hammering us, the poor little birds held onto those feeders for dear life.  Now they go about their business like nothing happened.  The storm is over.  Let it go.  Pick up and carry on as usual.  Don’t keep reliving the storm.  Let it go.


3 thoughts on “Storms

  1. In that way, I sure wish I was more like a bird. It’s the reliving of the storms that makes us obsessive, fearful, housebound “weather report checkers.” 😐


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