A Soul's Ecology

A Bad Day

I exist.

I don’t o things.

I don’t go places.

I think (too much and not enough).

I wish for sleep;

the storm engulfs

-a flood-

A Good Day

I exist.

I do what’s necessary.

I go about.

The storm at bay

-only puddles-

A Great Day

I live.

I have fun

in new AND familiar places.

I laugh.

The storm frozen

-temporarily-

a dew upon the ground.