It’s like the weather.
The cold, hard whirlwind shards of death’s rainstorm.
The warm, fuzzy, elated blankets of love’s sunshine.
Those eerie branch-breaking bellows of people’s words.
Those illuminating light-bending rainbows of people’s words.
The prickling high-strung icicles of love’s avalanche.
The soft, slow wisdom-whispering winds of death’s fields.
These joys and pleasures…
These heart-aching pains…
These truths of living to truly live…