"It's Cold outside"
I'm sitting here, listening to the frogs and the rain sing
I'm wondering how I got to this place
I rearranged some things, and now I'm afraid.
Afraid of change.
Change is good.
Change is life.
Still, do I dare?
Even moving my bed to the side makes this room feel less like home
But things must keep moving
Until I find it all just right.
The wind moves quickly, stirring me up inside
I don't remember the last time it rained so long.
I think I was in 9. That year was a hard one
I hope this isn't the same.
God, please let this not be the same.
Of course, you are always the same.
Beautifully, always the same.
Let me find rest in that sanity.
Let me find joy in that song
May the wind keep moving. Changing. Replenishing.
May I always welcome things that are different.
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