I was sauntering gracefully in the beauty of the sunshine, where shadows would follow me as I walked and linger with me as I stood still.

Those were peaceful and easy moments, for there was a centred feeling like never before within the depth of my soul. Certainly there were minute whispers of unease that threatened to dispose the beauty of the moment, but they never succeeded.

Some storms befall with little or no signs of warning. All this time, even when the breeze began to throw its blows in my face a little harder, I knew not that a storm was brewing, for I was simply enjoying the beauty of the moment. Just being there in the present.

The storm came unannounced. I was taken unprepared. So now I'm trudging step by step, in hope of shelter, in search of refuge. In search of a source of protection which can hide me from the tossing violence of the storm.

Storms... they eventually cease. They must; for such is the way of nature.