Words are Windows

As the sun rises, the humidity of the day is evident in the way the rays reach out opaquely through the thin cloud cover. The traffic is light this early in the morning. I watch a flock of geese in V formation in flight across the pale pink clouds. The wild turkeys are foraging along the roadway. The serenity in the dawning of a new day is in stark contrast to the blackness of my heart and soul. In one thoughtless moment, words revealing one’s true nature, have cut me to the core, and I watch the geese with envy.

“Insecurity is love dressed in a child's clothing.”
~Gaelic Proverb~