The past five months have felt like a steady struggle to outrun a storm. Back in the winter, the storm cloud was a distant speck that often seemed it would dissipate as soon as not. We knew it was there, but it wasn't close enough to be a threat.
Lately it seems like every time I pause and take a look around, the cloud is looming. It rolls and billows and darkens, and some days it is camped out squarely over us, spreading in every direction (or just raining in one spot, like we're Eeyore.). We're trying to stay two steps ahead of it, to keep in the sunshine as much as we can, but the sunlight is more and more fleeting. The thunderhead is becoming impossible to ignore.
We're going camping in a few days, and I'm looking forward to stepping out from under the storm cloud for just a brief window of time.