Clouds racing for the far horizon. Running from the evening light, wind comes in short, hard blows, causing tree limbs to whip, irregularly. The Sun peeks through cloud masses and rain, like sheeted glass, splatters on the window.
No one likes the uncertainty,
Of aging, sometimes not gracefully.
As we age, I must confess
Emotions can become a real mess.
What to do when this happens to you?
Persevere, keep going. That's what we do.