discernment

The Line Between Sadness vs. Depression (#25)

As I sit with my BFF (Best Friend Forever), we watch the rain bounce upon the pavement through his office window.  Our hands are tightly wrapped around our ceramic mugs, not because it’s particularly cold, but more for its consoling gesture.  With a subtle hint of wood burning in the air, it most certainly feels like fall.  As I watch the sky heave, it seems to reflect how I feel as though Mother Nature is bearing the burden of my grief.