Thursday, August 5, 2010

Day 217

I woke up this morning to the television, the volume turned up on a set that was switched on in another room. It felt like an assault and I immediately resisted. Considering my options I laid there and listened.

Soon I heard thunder crackling in the distance, a treat I seldom experience at home. There are few things more comforting than laying in bed, safe from an approaching storm. Soon I could hear large drops of rain pelting against the roof. It was like a show being put on for my benefit.

Being away from home makes it much more difficult to control my circumstances. Perhaps control is just an illusion anyway. Maybe the best we can do is to choose how we will respond.

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