Today was not such a nice day. It was a day for umbrellas and quiet. It was a day for the heavens to cry for the loss of Autumn. It was a loss of balance. It was a day of sadness, regret, and confusion that I only hope will be worth something in the end. I’m just not sure where the end is.
This was a day of choosing not to fight the memories I wish I had forgotten. Today was a day of yearning for something better. I was cast gently into the cold. The night has so far been unkind to me.
Today isn’t the end of the world, nor is it a step on the path to lightness…it’s just a day.
So let me think of other things, things that make me happy, like the discovery of a wonderful artist…
whose paintings make me feel like everything is going to be okay.