The end of an uneventful spring day, some might even call it a boring day. There was nothing really exciting about it, nothing “different” happened. It was a day like countless others that came before. It is easy to allow it to pass unnoticed and unappreciated.
Now, as the long shadows come and night approaches, we look to the east and see storm clouds in the distance. Questions swirl. Is it building or dissipating? How close is it? Is it coming this way? Are there other unseen storms nearby? When will it get here? How bad will it be? Will it strike unseen and unexpected in the coming darkness? Will there be other storms? Will we be OK?
The storm brings with it a gift, the gift of wisdom. In the future we will know the value of an ordinary day, and we will be grateful.
Created during the COVID-19 Pandemic / Image and text © James Golaszewski 2020
“In the end, everything will be okay. If it’s not okay, it’s not yet the end.”
Fernando Sabino (from Portuguese)