frames of mind go flashing past

There is so much to learn… so much that defines who we are in a few moments.
The fraction of a second between patience and anger.
Between confusion and relization.

How different the silence is between the moment before I hear your voice and the moment after you leave.

How much I have changed between the first page of a book and the last line.

How different driving into a storm is than driving out of it, and how different it is to just sit and wait for it.

Because there is always that line where the rain begins, between the bright loud world of sun and the quiet dark world of purifying rain.

I have walked through the raindrops.
I have seen the sky alight.
The calm in my soul is unabashed by the tearing winds and thundering sky.

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