manic depression
oh I wish I had thrown myself into the sea
and swam for the last rays of the sun
and I could have been happy and I could have been free
and I could have found the strength to carry on
Saturday was a lovely day and I was at the sea. Earlier in the day I imagined the perfect time and place to swim if it got sunny. Busy with family, and too late, would have had to swim off the slipway, and it was not really rough but waves and reflected waves colliding, and I was recovering from a chest infection. couldn't decide, waded in, it was not too cold, I was in shadow but about 10 feet out still had sunshine.
I cursed myself as a wimp, but condemned the me who wanted to as foolhardy. probably last chance this year. where is reality? or balance?
I spent part of the Labor Day weekend in Reno, Nevada, where I was really impressed by the results of its ambitious Truckee River Project. Restoring the gorgeous river that runs through this otherwise quite ordinary town was one of the best things they could have done to improve their civic health, sense of style, and attractiveness as a place to live.
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