Greyness lingers all around this small part of a world that seems quite alien today.
I’m watching the ebb and flow of the tiny water droplets seemingly suspended in the air while listening to Leonard Cohen. Does the world still exist beyond the ever closing bleak murk. Feeling a little too detached this morning. Maybe a little too ground down today. The waves of grief and loss seeming a little stronger over the last few hours. Worries for my son feeling just a bit more oppressive. Have I still got the energy to do this.
But it is what it is. Life must go on.
I really must stop listening to Cohen on a Bleak Sunday morning. Or maybe I really should.
“There is a crack, a crack in everything
That’s how the light gets in”
From Anthem by L Cohen
Greyness lingers all around this small part of a world that can still be wonderful. The mist will clear. When it does it will reveal blue skies, blue skies which are always there.
Time to start living.