crack the shutters,

Today is a gray day. The sun is hiding her face, but I see little birds flying around in the sky. They still twirp loudly, maybe beckoning the sun to shine its rays through the cloud-filled sky.
I feel at home, as if everything that has happened up to this point, is just another way for me to feel secure in the decision I made of moving here. At several moments, I kept thinking, "What am I doing here?" Little things happen to show me that for now, this is where I belong. As much as my spirit longs to wander to some new place, to make my imprint and explore different places. I need a place right now, to belong.
So here's to a gray day, maybe I'll get some of that reading I've been meaning to.