Driving the Point (Day two hundred eighty-seven), originally uploaded by Madame Meow.
Sometimes you don't want to write because you're afraid everything that comes out of your mouth or flows out of your fingertips will be tinged with sadness.
Writing stops being a relief and a comfort: it becomes a chore that looms.
And then it rains and it turns cold and the sun does not appear for eons, and it's like life is validating you.
Back on the saddle now.
I hear ya. Glad you’re getting back on.
I love the photo, by the way. The raindrops on the windshield are so subtle, but add a lot.
The weather may be icky, the mood may be melancholy, but the image is lovely!