I am suddenly so sad today.
It’s that vague but crushing sadness of the New Year; a Sunday sadness that knows your real name and pulls without words, but remorselessly, and with a precision that feels like Love. It feels like having to say goodbye (to what?) when you’re not ready to say goodbye. A winter darkness– a birthday sadness.
The sort of thing that makes getting back to work a welcome prospect, but you don’t actually want to forget it or lose it entirely because somewhere in there it is pointing to your True North.
It makes me want to say I miss you.
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