At a Window, Carl Sandburg
In the midst of pain, frustration, and impatience, it can feel easy to be consumed by discomfort and fail to recognize the continual flow of things. We can only appreciate the light when we have felt darkness, we can only bask in the joy of love and beauty when we have felt loneliness. What do you feel that is temporary in its discomfort? What joys do you feel because you’ve known the darkness?
Brianna Curran, Washington, DC