Last night, I said goodnight to the full moon, and set my clock back and turned in. This morning, I woke up to a new month, a new time, and watched the same glistening moon against the graceful skies, slowly lapsing into another time zone. I felt sad for some strange reason. I normally feel this way at the beginning of November, knowing there is just two months to the end of a year – and what a year it has been. Not the best I must admit, but we can only hope that the future is brighter, for as long as we do our part to live peacefully, in a dignified fashion. That is the key… So for today, I want to share what I call visual therapy – in hopes to contain the amount of anxiety looming across the globe: Featured image source is the ideal life I imagine for myself
Seeing gray every waking hour is not a good thing – referring to the dense fog and gloom cloaking all of San Francisco from mid-June to mid or late September. I keep forgetting how the dreary atmosphere can play up on my moods. You know, feeling sluggish, uninspired, questioning life, my existence. I normally put all these thoughts aside when the sun is out, and the temperatures upwards of 70’s. So, by Sunday night, all I do is crave color and naturally an English cottage getaway of course.