Yesterday we had rain; today we have sun and clouds alternating like they dutifully used the sign-up sheet.
Oh, weather.
The storms yesterday were not so bad, at least here, other places really got hit again. Today I am suffering from far too little coffee, even as I’m drinking coffee. I’m sure you know how that goes.
I haven’t much to say today, I’ve been going to bed too late this week, and waking up too early, and I hear you making connections between that and the coffee and I say it’s ridiculous.
Ridiculous, I tell you.
There’s a melancholy in the air I can’t quite describe, it’s like the after-image of hope that has faded away. It has the scent of the daily wearing down of all of us, the constant sandpaper.
And yet.
As much as hope forms like a bubble, iridescent, swirling, and oh so fragile, as much as it pops and and leaves very little in its place…
Another orb forms just as quickly.
Some hopes lost are not all hopes lost.
And some hopes lost are not lost for long.
Melancholy or no, we go forward, forward, ever forward.
Have a great Thursday.
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