Waking up to another cloudy day, birdsong muted. Even they, the announcers of new beginnings are driven to the trees and their nests when gray skies indicate more rain.
More bad news about the nation turned against itself from propaganda filled media.
More bad news about the ailing Earth.
Is today the day we pack up the car and go, the dog and I to parts of the country that we’ve never seen before?
Melville wrote: ….”having no money in my purse, and nothing particular to interest me upon the shore, I thought I would sail about a little and see the watery part of the world. Its a way of driving off the spleen and regulating the circulation Whenever I find myself growing grim about the mouth,whenever it is a damp, drizzly November in my soul…..
Except Melville didn’t have a dog or he would have stayed on shore.