The fractious wind was neither to my back, to my side or forcing me backward. It threatened to tear my yellow umbrella from me and turn it inside out making it useless on this ill timed walk
Reaching my destination, I was greeted by this stolid green orb being polished the rain. It seemed to smile at my dampened spirits. I smiled back and went in out of the wet wildness.
“I am not what happened to me, I am what I choose to become.”
~ C. G. Jung
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