An Interrupted Dawn
A fresh sadness has cast its cold shadow over me. It caught me by surprise but not because I’m unaccustomed to flickering light. I’m too old to be unaccustomed to such common things. I’m not afraid. Just surprised. Surprised because I thought it was morning.
I feel silly saying it. It’s overdramatic. I know it’s temporary. But, just like that, an unexpected a shadow fell & sadness pierced clean thru me.
It’s just that I thought it was morning.
And here’s what I want you to know. It’s the reason I’ve written this yawning account to you this morning. We are, I believe.