Patience

A measure of tolerance beckons as bother rises into throat, waiting to spew ugliness from the underside of reason. Howling through the boughs of irritation, frustration whirls through mind with icy cold fury that is its wintry storm…brewing…brewing. LOOK IN THE EYE. Storm is calm as sleeping baby. Right in the middle, the center of Self lays the resolution to stormy clash. Patience; a measure of compassion.