After a week of happiness.
Of settling in.
To our little house.
In our new little town.
A week of basking.
In the promise of the future.
Of distancing myself.
From the sadness and stress.
Of the drive to our new home.
Today.
After a week of bliss.
The sky fell.
On our world.
When I thought I couldn't handle.
One more thing.
I was tested again.
I was reminded.
Again.
That everything happens.
For a reason.
I was reminded.
That no matter what happens.
The world keeps turning.
That even on the shrubs.
Full of dead brown flowers.
A blossom can grow.
And life can return.
With a little love.
And a little sunshine.
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