Anger building in me, sharp and restless. Then I noticed the trees bending outside, the gusts rising like a chorus.
What if the wind could carry my anger for me? What if the storm outside was big enough to hold what I couldn’t?
I let it go, and I felt lighter.
Maybe nature is always offering this. Rain to take sorrow, rivers to hold restlessness, sunlight to magnify joy.
It’s a quiet exchange, constant and unseen.
Maybe we were never carrying it alone.
