Ready — set your mind to wanderlust — go follow the sun.
I hear thunder
The storm is not over. I have just swerved another lightning bolt, one by one — threatening to strike me down.
When did I become the enemy of this menacing sky?
I know it’s afoot, I already taste the lightning on my tongue. Prevention is not possible now, but if I search far and wide — maybe I can find a barren dessert to let this storm play out.
Mindset equals life set
When I close my eyes and feel my breaths, I can still feel the sun bathing my skin.
I feel a little sheepish — for forgetting my joy has not been stolen. The sun still shines.
This. Is. Life.