How had she gotten so lost? All the dark bitterness churning inside her like acid eating through her stomach, damaging her good thoughts, ruining her joy.
Would she have known if the sun weren’t echoing off the evergreens, if the wren didn’t chirp, hop, search for bits of peanuts left by the squirrels, or if the air didn’t embrace her, reminding her that happiness just needed adjustments. Mental adjustments she possessed.
There was no better starting point than now.