Pouring rain, a smile and the only certain thing is change

1. Just this moment there seems so little I could find to list as beautiful in me. But that's not what writing this is about, so here is my first beautiful thing: Walking in pouring rain late at night and getting soaked through. I imagine the raindrops are like someone comforting me with the lightest touch when I'm sad. And I'm unusually and unreasonably sad. I am grateful to my friends who continue to be patient with my melancholy and offer their unconditional kindness and love. Thank you.

2. I met the homeless bloke on Stonegate that I came across a couple of weeks ago. He smiled and just about remembered me. I hugged him, he told me his name and he smiled. It was impossible to leave him without regretting my inability to do something to help him through. He generously helped me in a moment of such lowness to carry on and for that I am enormously humbled.

3. A friend who felt he had never been found was able to say that at last he had been. I am happy for him but have to admit to a sadness that something got lost between us as a result. I continue to try to accept that the only certain thing in living is that things will change.