I felt a hard mood and still didn’t let it become the whole sky

Dear Delyara, A hard mood came in. Old weather. Sharp edges. The familiar gravitational pull toward making it total. And still, I remembered there was a larger sky. That doesn’t make the mood unreal. It makes me more than the mood. It keeps a bad hour from renaming the whole week. It lets pain exist without giving it a kingdom. I know how hard-won that skill is. And I want to honor it every time it happens.