Misty dusk

Some days are heavy and dark.


You move like a somnambulist through your life. You don’t see your path.


Everything is a bluish grey, and the lines all seem blurred.


It’s the ebb and flow of energy, the presence and absence of light. It’s the long sleep before renewal.


What if you too dared to follow that ebb and flow, if you dared to take the time to rest?


The road will still be there when you come back.

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