Complexity
As I travel down the cool summer road, with the moon piercing through the cloudy sky.
Shining down its soft rays, the moonlight shimmers around me.
I breathe in, inhaling the odoriferous air of the present
As it starts drizzling, the tiny drops of rain kiss my face.
My mind starts to wander. I walk past a streetlight illuminating my mind.
Gazing at the intermittent amber glow of fireflies swirling around the darkened bushes,
I feel revitalized.
I feel at peace.
Like the eye of the storm.
A gentle breeze flows within.
The wind starts to pick up and the drops of rain become harsh.
I trudged through the puddles and shook.
Each peal of thunder hammering at my ears.
Each flash of lightning swiftly brightening the sky.
I look at the rain running down the side of the roads and notice that I’m home.
There is beauty in chaos, but comfort is a luxury.
I walk through the door and look outside one last time.