Today, I sat by the window leisurely folding clothes as dusk crept in. I spied the pinkish orange clouds gradually turn a light grey as nightfall claimed the fading sun. Sigrid’s Home to You played in the background.
“Couldn’t wait ‘til I got outside
Wondering, what the world be like
I knew I had to change my mind
Didn’t realize it would happen, oh so soon…”
~ Sigrid, Home to You
I believe that while not everyone is easily given to melancholy, with enough stillness and solitude, everyone is confronted by moments of reflective somber from time to time. And each person deals with it in their own way. Some are quick to dismiss it and go ahead to find the next distraction before the sadness gets to fully grasp them. Others stay with it a little longer, daring to ask Why? Where does it come from? What is it…
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