The Bloody Doors Off

I spent 2 hours out walking on Sunday. It was a perfect summer day with blue sky, sunshine, a great breeze and not too damned hot.

It took almost that long to discover the joy in it.

A perfect fucking summer day and it was pretty much lost on me.

I’ve lost the joy in the little things. That’s the truth of it. It’s gone, and I’m struggling to get it back. Which also explains why I’m finding it so hard to blog. I’m too depressed to complain about being depressed.

I know it’ll swing around again, but I’d like to find a way to hurry it along. The longer this lasts, the more I fear it won’t. (Even though it will; it’s taking longer to sink in, and it doesn’t go as deep at the moment.)

I’ll write when I can. Let’s hope it’s a lot.