I was still blue today. Not sure what it is. Probably a combination of exhaustion, a return to routine, and the weight of responsibilities I no longer want.
But I’m guessing I’m not alone in feeling that way. What saved me was finally sitting down with my novel, adding another page, starting a new chapter.
That lifted my mood.
That and September, my favorite month. I also have poems I want to finish.
early autumn clouds—shadows of their own shadows 244: September 1st 2019 | bottlecap