Finally the rain has stopped. The sun has come out. I am able to go out for a little bit without looking like a drowned rat. A dry rat is much better, but the clouds seem to be rolling in again.
The darkness inside me is very demanding. It will not tolerate being ignored.
What I can find at the bottom of a bottle of red: loneliness, joy, inspiration, heartbreak, desire, melancholy, and a little bit of hope. Usually not all at the same time, but sometimes in interesting combos….recipes of the heart.