something about the wind

there is something about the wind today
and the sun 

the way they stopped me in my melancholy
as I stepped out of the door, into their presence 
something piercingly true
and annoyingly beautiful about how they grab me, 

make me feel 
instantly grateful
despite my depression
and my despair
and my desire to bury myself within my own darkness
as if they have other plans for me

the wind is moving through the trees like a singing bowl 
and a light smile spreads across my face