The past week bursts with surreal saturated colors on the dull landscape of upstate NY. The depression didn't wane though it hasn't for months now. It use to give me a break but that doesn't happen anymore. So much just doesn't seem deserving of my attention. It is almost like I don't want to step out of the gentle wrap that it has encompassed me in . What do I fear? There is no answer now so I wait. I wait for the new meds to work my life to be reinvented. The pass to stop from being colored in dreariness and shadows unable to rise from a negative slant. Yet spring still comes . There is purple flowers and moss that are blooming. Moss is my favorite. It survives unbearable conditions with little sun and a lot of water (tears). Once when I took my family to Howe caverns I notice moss in the darkest parts of the cavern I wondered how it grew with so little light. It did though it survived. However did it prosper?
photo credit : Gstein 2015
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