I wanted to share with you the relevance of the metaphors of the light at the end of the tunnel, the rainbow after the rain, etc.
Fall is here. And by fall I pretty much mean rain and grey, which will be here for the next 6 months.
As the rain begins to fall, and the sun tries in vain to poke a ray through the clouds, I try to keep myself busy. Having survived last year, I remind myself of the many tactics I used to get through the exceptionally long rainy season. The cold, the puddles, the grey skies are descending ominously.
Last night, despite a concerted effort to remain occupied, I found myself deeply discouraged, and I eagerly awaited Reid's arrival home from work. Whenever his strong arms envelop me at the door, I am inevitably flooded with peace. Last night we proceeded to the couch, where we stayed wrapped up in each other and fell into conversation about the impending winter. I buried my face in Reid's neck and...complained. He is my happy place, my safe place, my everything. Slowly, the greyness of the day melted into warmer colors.
"This is our last winter in Washington," Reid reminded me.
When the sunlight begins to shine again next year, our bright future will be rising with it. Reid will be sailing the boat up here, and our dreams will become reality. Our time and our lives will be our own, the world at our fingertips. We're already so blissfully happy together, I can't even begin to imagine how much more wonderful our life will be in that next part of our adventure.
The darkness before the dawn is upon us.
