Step, step, step.
I cry out,
"Today I am hurting."

Stop, stop, stop.
"Breathe," said a voice in my head. And so I did.

I looked up to the sky, saw the clouds, the cool blue, and got swept up and away like a little feather.

"There is still so much to be grateful for," said the voice.

I intend to keep listening for the sound of love.