I just wrote a whole page of very distressing, very angry, very unhappy prose about the way I currently feel. I was intending to post it here on my blog – but I have decided to save it to draft and not burden the blogging community with such depressing reverie. Unlike on Sunday, when this bout of low mood drove me to write with rather therapeutic results, this time the typing did nothing to ease the pain nor dissipate the thoughts.
Suffice it to say I am grossly unhappy, tearful, hopeless, and at a loss for where to turn right now.
So in the absence of any real support, I turn to what is rapidly becoming what I am most well known for – my photographs.
Today, it rained, and earlier this morning I experimented with various combinations of lacy net curtains and the rain on the window in which they hang.