Until we see it again

You know, I can see the city through the trees again for the first time since last year. There is something so beautiful about waiting for this moment, year after year, when the weather gets cold enough, when the winter begins to form, when the leaves are gone from the trees that block the view. And so finally, once again, for three or four months, I get to see the buildings downtown through the tree branches that once hindered the view. And for these three or four months, I get to be who I am so deep in my heart and looking through that window makes me calm, it soothes me deep into my skin.

Sometimes we get so caught up in what we can't see that we forget it's there at all. Sometimes, like those full trees, there are blocks in the way, things that block what we need the most, that block and keep the most important things from us. Sometimes what we're searching for, we just need to wait for a few months until the leaves fall and we can once again see what we need to, what we're meant to see, what we are supposed to see. Sometimes when the leaves come off of the trees, it clears that view that makes us whole again, sometimes when the leaves come off, we see through to that person that we haven't seen truly for a long time.

Sometimes, we just need the leaves to fall in order for our view to come back. Sometimes, we don't know what we're missing, until we see it again.