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The Sun Above the Clouds

Yesterday I went to the crest of the Sandia Mountains. When we got to the top, the sun was beginning to set, and I could see it raining on part of the city. For the people stuck in the rain under the cloud, it probably felt like, well, they were getting rained on. It was dark and cloudy and stormy. From up there, where I could see from a bigger perspective, I was able to see that most of the town was not covered by rain. The cloud didn’t look that big from the mountains. I saw the beautiful setting sun shining and illuminating the rain. From above the clouds, I could see the sun.


When we are below the clouds, when it’s raining on us, we can’t see the sun. We can’t see the love, light and support that is with us through the storm.


As the sky got darker, I gazed at the twinkling lights of the city. I thought about all the people in the city, experiencing all sorts of things, good, bad, sad, happy, lonely, laughing, in pain, in love. How small the huge city looked from up above, but how different it can be when you’re in the midst of it all.


Eventually, when we were on the tram going down, I watched as we descended into the sea of glittering lights. As I became another speck from the mountain’s perspective.


I remembered the sun shining brightly above the rain cloud, and I said a prayer to my higher power and higher self to remember this feeling. The feeling of vastness, the knowledge that the sun still shines, even when we don’t see it.

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