Submerged

Bills are paid, groceries are made, flowers are watered, the day is easy-going, I’m safe and sound in my seclusion from harm-right now as if I have no care in the world. But no joy as well.  I’m still in the grip of tiredness-hopefully tomorrow will shake it off my mind completely and I will look at the world the proper way-with eyes wondering and finding magic everywhere.  

Ah, it started to rain-I hear raindrops playing their music outside. Wonderful-the perfect setting for my melancholy. At least weather is in tune with my spirit.