Storm May 12, 2008

Some days I think I know you well; other days you seem a stranger. You hide behind clouds of gloom. The weather shifts across your face; agitation turns you without warning. If I see it from your eyes, I feel compassion, find the reasons why. But still, those reasons are not excuses. And when I see it from my eyes, I am the one who has reason to feel depressed and to feel angry. And I do.