Not what was expected. Neither good nor bad. Simply is.

The rejoicing comes after the weeping. It refills. It renews. It declares. Victory is ours.

If awareness is the first step, when does the second step take place? Is it possible that it falls fast? Or must you wait in anticipation?

It felt off because it was supposed to. In the moment too unsteady to correct. After, the cracks clearly visible.

And where the wind blows, is where we landed. Map and compass in hand. But it was the wind that carried us.