Seeing the survivor in the woman I know.....

A huge storm hit Toronto today. I watched it on the news. I even watched it thru the window. I could see some tough cookies out there in the street braving the weather.

They are made of a lot, sturdier than I.

As I sat there.....looking at each brave soul......walking with their heads down, faces covered with scarves, hats on their heads....wrapped in all manner of warm things.......

I saw something that I recognized.......

I'm not sure exactly when it hit me......it was a momentary reflection and then it was gone. Sort of like the great ideas that you have, promising yourself that you'll remember to tell it to someone tomorrow..........and you never do remember exactly WHAT the idea was....but you manage to remember that for one brief moment, an idea existed.....

So I think it happened when I saw this young woman tramping along the non existant sidewalk..........just as she made it to the corner of a building and was now protected from the wind......she sort of leaned up against the brick wall.....caught her breath....held her head up and dared to look at the long road ahead.....

Did she feel blissfull exhiliration at escaping her forced obedience since she was no longer fighting the power and control of the ever present wind.......

Yes.

I surely do see something, friends.......

Breathe.