The wind is roaring through the trees at the moment. It’s a very blustery day, the leaves are being stripped off the trees. But the little trees beside the bench here have just started to sprout for spring. I can see the little green buds on their bare twigs.
Sitting on the bench today, I feel something inside of me. It’s a mixture of frustration, and a feeling of having ‘had enough’ and being ready for a change. I don’t understand how I can sit here and feel so perfectly well and so alive. But my body is failing me at the exact same time. It makes no sense.
— Catherine