The Moving Skies.

                The Moving Skies.

It was a Sunday afternoon. After lunch, I went to take a nap with my tired, sleepy eyes, my head full of troubling thoughts and my heart full of hope for something good to happen.

I looked out of the window at the white, moving clouds, slowly clearing my view. The feeling I was getting from that window was so real at that moment. Those moving clouds seemed to be telling me to move on from something that had disturbed my peace for no reason.

So, I decided to let go of the memories that no longer deserved a place in my mind and heart. I chose my peace over the things that had taken it away from me.