My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself

Mount St. Helens 1982 “I look up at the sky, wondering if I'll catch a glimpse of kindness there, but I don't. All I see are indifferent summer clouds drifting over the Pacific. And they have nothing to say to me. Clouds are always taciturn. I probably shouldn't be looking up at them. What I...