Thursday 10/15/09 6:56 PM, written on a blank sheet at the back of a Dickens novel

Dark, miserable and grounded, waiting to get out of this place. Sometimes it seems as if the sun will never shine again and everything good and jolly has deserted you. And you're going up, searching for that sunlight, yet it still pours like it'll never stop. And suddenly! it's white all around - something is so heavenly about this place. You're soaring, keep soaring upward until the sun shines through, illuminating every facet that it touches and it's just so beautiful and it is almost as if the rain was never there.