Daylight savings, morning in darkness. Conscious around 10 when the coffee ran out. Grey sky’s for the promised daylightbut the Lingering twilight left enough space for an additional cocktail before walking the dogs.
I’m waiting now. Waiting for the news that our plans can go on - even if altered just a little. So now I seem to be trapped somewhere between being and becoming. It might just be the right time to read Camus again.
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