Melancholy Moments

In these moments, the soul quiets into a melancholy melody.  This isn't a deep sadness; it is just a slow reflective journey through the grey days before us.   As the mist fills the air, my heart feels the gentle heaviness.

Like the clinging droplets of our spring rains, I think upon the passage of time.  I bear witness to the start of a new season like the many years before.  History repeats itself but somehow it always seems so new.  "Hold on, please ponder", cries nature.  Absorb it all in as if we were the thirsty dry ground crying for life again.  How can I focus on what I need to do better?  How can savor each new day before the clock runs out?  

There are new beginnings abound in this journey and they are often so very treacherous, yet beautiful.   I think upon the world, and I still choose to see the good.  I still believe our hearts can be filled with empathy.  I still think love is the answer.

I seem to not have much get up and go on these days, but these melancholy moments are a must.  There is rest in the slowness of gazing out into the rain.