The sky is ever-shifting. One moment it hangs heavy with dark clouds, ready to burst into a downpour, and the next, a sudden gleam of blue breaks through, and the very thought of rain seems impossible.
A long time ago, my dog Tasha and I used to go to the field near our house - just to watch the sky. Actually, I was the one watching; Tasha was simply content to be by my side.
Back then, I deeply wanted to become like the sky—to learn how to carry life’s hardships lightly, letting them drift by like passing storms.
It didn’t happen. But looking back, perhaps just standing in that field was enough.
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