Dark Clouds

As I mentioned previously... the year is speeding to a close. Closing doors. Endings. It's making me a little blue.  The weather has turned cold... again, making me a little blue but in a more frigid sort of way.

The familiar, nagging feeling that the other shoe is about to drop has come back. It often does this time of year. Most of the time, it's just a reminder that I am not getting any younger rather than a harbinger of actual, imminent doom. But while under it's spell, the little black cloud of doom hangs low over me and even as I smile my way through the season, it hovers ominously.

I find myself hoping that there is, that there will be, that there MIGHT be time.  I feel like I've gotten to being the age that I am without having accomplished anything of significance.  Sometimes, I am more bothered by that than others.  I sit and wonder why things are the way they are. I ponder whether I will ever find a purpose and, if/when I do, what will it be?

"And she is standing at the gate.... with all her possibilities" -- words from poems from ages ago but yet it was just the blink of an eye. The poet on the threshold between life and death.

There comes a point, though... when I realize that my musings are taking a dark turn and perhaps it is time to head to bed...or Go To Helyn Wayte.