*" Days of prosperity make us forget adversity. Good times seem out of reach during the bad ones. Both can seem like final destinations, the summation of our days. Alas! Yesterday’s condition no longer ." ....... There are days I dread looking in the mirror. A closer look through the window to my soul and I see fire and ice co-existing, Not mixing, and yet neither one is consumed. Like it were a respectable debate where one takes the podium and the other waits its turn. A dream and a disaster both present in one space, An inferno of love and hate, A melody of calm quickly disrupted by fear, Patience cut short and the words that exist in the boarders of my mind blurted out. ...... And then again there are days I can sit for hours staring at my reflection. ' What a beauty ,' I think to myself as the same reflection I sometimes dread meeting stares back. I am reminded that there is beauty in chaos. ....... Away from the mirror and onto my window seat I look outwards....