Dawn.

Just a painting seems appropriate. A photo would be real. But a painting will do for now.

Bask in the warmth of home. Be thankful for your trials. They will make you wiser and stronger, and you desperately need to be both.

And they have only just begun.

You asked for this years ago. Now you have it.

Hold fast. The real sky is much stormier than you know.

You spent the night at a friend’s house, holding her as she cried. Divorce. Loss of children. House. Pets. Everything. Not to mention terrifying health concerns.  Sneaking blood clot. Exhaustion after walking five minutes.

It was good for you. You need to be there for others. You want to be retired from this gig. But you can still do good work. So focus on work. Let that heal your petty wounds…

Now back to the storm…on no sleep…again…