Breakthrough

 Breakthrough


In my mind the tides are high. Wind blows at high speeds while the waves rush against the rocky shore. Clouds loom overhead and swirl as they look down with their malevolent eyes. Lightning strikes and thunder booms as the trees tremble in the dark. No sign of clarity. This storm brews endlessly. 

But suddenly, a bright spot appears through the clouds. A storm that has lasted seemingly forever may finally cease. High winds calmly wither to a lull of light flurries. Thunder booms have transformed into a small echo in the distance. Waves become smaller and smaller as they crawl from the horizon to the shore. A breakthrough has arrived. 

Years of crashing and deafening noises have created a beautiful sight. I wander out to the end of the oak dock that reaches toward the lake and come to a rest. The storm has created beauty. I, too, will find a breakthrough. Sometimes you have to weather the storm to find the treasure it brings. A breakthrough is in the future.


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