The wind would have none of her staying the same. It would move through her insisting she change her mind about all of the things she held so tightly to.
You see we are not meant to stay the same. We are meant to stumble, fall, get up, walk on and sometimes even fly.
You were born for this life in front of you, ahead of you and everything behind you is over. You will never be the same ~ the wind insists.
My Morning Coffee