Mood

How do I feel this morning? Well, the sun is still shining. And depending which window I look out of, it’s a different view.

At the front, here’s Charlie, pensive, pondering the lone snapdragon still trying to grow, despite all odds, even—especially—Nature.

Outside on the kitchen deck, the flowers—the summer flowers, still here in November—lost quite a few petals in the last night’s cold, bitter rain but are perking up in the sunshine.

And here, through the window in my office—the view looks a little fuzzy and muted because I still haven’t taken down the summer screen—the cherry tree is going down in a slow, melancholy and muted burn of beauty.

So the answer to How do I feel? is It depends. I can see different ways of looking at the world. I’m tired and disappointed and don’t quite understand why or how a convicted felon, a convicted sex offender, and an absolute fraudulent fool when it comes to business, has conned ordinary people into believing he can do anything to improve anyone’s lives—or, even if he could, that he would. It makes me doubt my understanding of people. And I’m worried about the world—specifically, most immediately, I’m most worried about Ukraine and therefore NATO and therefore Europe (and I’ll have thoughts about that down the line)—and how this country is going to survive, whether it’s going to survive, as itself. But the sun is shining, life is still finding a way, and so, therefore, am I.

How about you? Where are you today?