It’s the weather. That’s why I’m home early. Emotional weather. It has accumulated. Little bits of sadness. An old friend coming toward her last days. A toddler killed in an accident. Another article on COVID-19.
Now, I sit at the window that looks out over my garden. The gray light makes the green pop. And, with a closer look, the beginnings of buds on succulents are making their appearance. Delicate blooms poking out from drought-resistant leaves. I never expect them. Little bits of beauty pushing out the gloom.