Last Sunday we set the clock back one hour. The end of daylight savings time is a sure sign of the arrival of autumn. Even though there is still the occasional day where the sun feels warm on my skin, the chill has definitely arrived. The days are getting cold. The nights colder.
But it is
the darkness I dread.
remedies for cold and wet. But none for the darkness that seems to escape its
prison deep in the confines of my heart, and spread out, threatening to extend
the night indefinitely. Suddenly all about me, I see the shadow that I carry locked away inside me. And I feel it
within and without.
And all the lights, become mere ephemeral spots of joy in the gloom. My Sunday blues, it seems, just got darker.