Down

I feel down. It's been a little while. Not surprising with all that's going on, I suppose, but still...

I don't look forward to the winter. It makes all bad feelings worse.

It might rain.

I wonder where my dreams went. I seem to have lost them somewhere along the way.

Discontent is a terrible terrible thing.

I look forward to the concert and getting out of the house. I look forward to sound and people. A joyful time hemmed in by sadness. That's the problem with it. Look forward, and then what when it's over?

My Bible is getting worn. That's the way I like it. I wish I had quiet moments to give to consuming it, but there are none.

I am down, mustering the strength to get back up again.