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It’s been raining all day today. It wasn’t supposed too, it was supposed to snow, but I guess it was just not meant to be. It sort of reminds me of life, you expect and anticipate one thing, but you usually end up with having to settle for something much less desirable. However, unlike the weather, you can attempt to alter the forecast of your life, if you’re willing to try.
My neighbor, a red-tailed hawk, sits atop an old power pole as he searches for his next meal, while I watch from inside my warm dry house. He doesn’t seem to mind the rain and even though I can’t see him that well, I’m sure the water is rolling off his feathers, while underneath he is just as dry and warm as I am. He has every right to complain and hide himself away, be he does not, choosing instead to weather the cold rain and live, thrive.
Suddenly, he swoops down into the tall winter wheat after something he deems worthy to be his next meal. As my eyes follow him, I notice that some of the rain has become thicker and whiter.



strange how things can change
from one moment
to the next



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