Thursday, December 18, 2014

Some Sadness is Necessary






Getting up with that familiar feeling. The unnamed, meaningless sadness. Like snowflakes falling inside. And huddled under a thick jacket  I walk on the wet grass, wishing the "purposeful morning walk" would clear the sludge within.
The dry leaves roll at my feet. The chilly breeze sting my face. The few joggers pass by rubbing their hands and blowing upon them, their enthusiasm cutting through the icy cold.

Just then, as I take the curvy pathway to the exit, to go back and crawl into the borrowed warmth of my bed, I see the sun. It is smiling behind the cluster of Laburnum trees. Glowing warmly.
Just for me.