By nature, I am the type to keep a little to myself; I enjoy time out with friends and in public, but I too need moments from time to time to myself to re-energize and recollect. Over the years, I have grown to appreciate quiet moments with my thoughts, to contemplate the world around me and to better understand the world within.
The last few days have been different, for the time I have had alone has been spent not with thoughts, but my feelings. My thoughts and ideas will bend to reason but emotions offer no such simple explanation of prerogative and intent. While my thoughts have become such that I can pause and resume them with effort to allow me to concentrate on other concerns, my emotions seem to roll over me like the spring thundershowers - you feel the change in the winds and can anticipate the coming rain, but the timing is never certain and the wonders of the lightening show never ceases to amaze, and the best you can do is find someplace dry to wait it out.
Emotions and thoughts are two different parts of me — one that bends to reason and the other that does not. Perhaps, in time, I will better master my emotions, but for now, I watch the storm in its glory, and eagerly await the cool morning that follows with the clearness and renewal that always accompanies it.