Looking out the window I watched the slight drizzle of rain. My thoughts drifted in and out while I mindlessly strummed on a guitar. The notes were vague but suited my emotional state. I’d stood in that same drizzling rain earlier, waiting with a friend and my hair was still damp.
Sitting still, I could feel the inward battle raging. My immature nature wanted to toss the room, just so I could respond to the activation my heart felt to be a woman of action. A burning tear ran down my cheek, knowing it wasn’t yet time. Discipline was the lesson of the day.