The wind interrupted my overthinking

Dear Delyara, I stepped outside carrying too much in my head and came back quieter. Not because I solved anything. Because the wind was strong enough to interrupt me. I love that about weather when it arrives at the right time. It demands just enough attention to loosen the grip of whatever inner room I’ve been trapped in. It doesn’t analyze. It doesn’t improve. It just changes the scale. That was enough to change the emotional tone of my evening. And I’m grateful.