A Black Umbrella

A friend of mine once wrote a story about a black umbrella rolling through the sky being blown by the wind, and how it related to being new. What a beautiful symbolic sentence, and story…its pure genius.

Today was a strange day, an ordinary yet strange day. Today I was that black umbrella rolling romantically through the wind. Nothing out of the blue happened, nothing new, everything was familiar, all was familiar, but for some awkward reason I was completely disoriented and unfamiliar with my daily routine. I felt like I had no idea where I was…who I was…where I was going…I felt new, I felt like a black umbrella being blown by the wind in a direction I’ve never been.

As I sat there lost, not knowing what to do I was in complete peace. I knew that I was a black umbrella and that life was more romantic and beautiful than I sometimes perceive it to be. Feeling like a black umbrella was a moment of peace, a moment I’m not willing to give up. It feels so surreal so feel new again, it felt so surreal to be blown through the sky by a wind that took me in a direction that I have not yet been. Lee, I think I finally understand what A black umbrella rolling through the wind is. And when I say understand, I think its something that only you and I understand...we tend to do that often.