Here’s a picture of future weather (just not soon enough!) with a poem to go with it.

Our family already raised

And settled in our empty nest

No grandchildren to enjoy yet

When a young man arrived

He came to us adrift

Untethered like his kite of dreams

The wind helped him wander

Searching for a purpose

We did what second parents do –

Over beers we listened

To his sadness and self-pity

We urged him to take hold of his kite

His wistful dreams needed light

Dusting off the layer of gloom

A gift of a love filled compass we gave

To send him in his direction

He tied his brightened kite to his finger

And waved goodbye

His shadow now had a bounce

As his dreams took the lead

Photo by FOX