It’s the 22nd my lucky day.
I sense electric energy in the air and feel anticipation for better times.
The fog is lifting and if I squint my eyes really tight I can see sunlight sparkling on the water.
My strength of character has battled another round.
Like the threat of a bushfire I knew it would come. On high alert I anxiously waited and feared I wouldn’t survive its force.
It came, it burned, and miraculously I survived.
Spot fires still hover but on the horizon I can see bright, bright, bright sunshiny days .