Somewhere Over the Sun

She took comfort in the fact that she could write off a few terrible months with just a sentence or two. In the story that was her life, those long months could be skipped over, sent off to oblivion, deleted or never written. Or, equally as comforting, the thought that those few terrible months, not that much time in the scheme of things, would serve some greater purpose, would be the stepping stone to some tidily summed up life lesson, that this was her working past one of life’s rough patches, rough patches that everyone had to endure and that always ended, since all things ended, and that when it was over things would not only be good once again, but that she would be all the more appreciative because there had been something terrible and unsettled before.