Misty was lost. It had been months since she had a job, and nothing seemed to grab her interest anymore. The more her job search went on, the less connected she felt to the world. “Who wants me? What’s *wrong* with me?” She often wondered quietly.

Sure, she had tried all the usual stuff. Paint by numbers. Exercise. Doom scrolling. But nothing could fill her day.

As depression and anxiety began to creep in and infect every aspect of her life, she desperately searched for some way to find meaning, to find purpose.

Of course she understood that work didn’t define her life. It was a means to an end. But what happens when that means, dries up?

One thing that wasn’t drying up was the weather. It had been an unseasonably rainy May, and Misty found herself spending more time indoors. Alone with her thoughts and anxieties.

In an attempt to salvage a particularly rough day, Misty grabbed her umbrella and decided it was time to head out for a short walk. Some fresh, rain cooled air will do wonders to clear her mind, she thought.

As she walked through her neighborhood, she felt the cool, damp air on her skin, and filling her lungs. The gentle filtered sunshine provided the warmth of a cozy, well worn sweater.

Turning the corner onto a street she didn’t frequent all to often, Misty noticed a large open field with a handful of humming birds circling the tall wildflowers.

She wasn’t sure what came over her, but she knew she had to go into that field.

She felt the wet leaves against her bare legs and arms as she wandered into this magical world. It seemed like the city faded away around her. All the noise, the energy seemed to dissipate and she wandered deeper and deeper into the field.

A light sun shower broke out, and a flock of small yellow birds began singing their sweet songs from the nearby trees.

The smell of the wet dirt and the wildflowers filled her lungs. She began to spin around, taking it all in, and danced like a child experiencing the first days of summer break.

As she danced around the birds chorus picked up, and the breeze gently rustled the leaves of the nearby trees and wildflowers.

Normally Misty didn’t like getting dirty - but this felt liberating. As she danced around in the rain her legs and boots became increasingly muddy. Her arms picked up subtle green and yellow marks from the abundant pollen. It even felt as if the bees were joining her in this dance.

With the sun out and a gentle rain falling, Misty soon realized a rainbow was peaking out from the nearby grove of old oak trees. Bees zig-zagged careful to avoid the rain drops in the foreground.

For the first time in weeks, everything was right. Everything was good.