Precipitation

“Seriously?” Tears threatened to pour out of Calliope’s hazel browns. “Ice — sleet — rain?”

“I’m sure the weather is worse somewhere else.” Thalia chirped. “Look on the bright side — the sun is brilliant this morning and, less Peppermint Patty flowed from Paintist’s hands today! You look more like Calliope.”

“Comparison is the thief of joy,” Nia whispered. “We are on our own path. Awareness, Acceptance, and Action. Sometimes action… is simply waiting out the storm.”