Got a little upset, carrying my lunch to the yard. A bird just flew to our apple tree, perched on the branch, between the lush leaves, peeking at me. “Are you upset too? ” I whisper to the bird. He kept watching me. A breeze coming, wind chimes singing out loud like music, the bird flew away, he’s over with me, like the breeze, like the mood.
Life is in constant flow, this shall pass as well. Perspective helps.