A less than perfect world

“I shiver, thinking how easy it is to be totally wrong about people, 

to see one tiny part of them and confuse it for the whole.”

~ Lauren Oliver

No matter how hard I try, 

this feeling of being on the edge of a precipice won’t go away.  

There’s a hollowness inside..

I feel empty.

Barren.

Lost.

Would that I could shake it off.

The 16th is looming and with it, the SO’s deportation.

It’s unsettling.

Morning rambles restore a sense of balance.

Even if it is just momentary.

Watching the sun rise this morning was uplifting.

Almost spiritual.

A great golden globe cresting the horizon

and shedding light on the world.

More than Magical.

The grey and overcast skies of the past few days were gone.

Just for a moment, spring was in the air.

I felt it.

Our rambles this week have been varied.

Courtesy of the overcast weather.

We went searching for reflections

and found them in abundance

but NOT at our usual haunts.

The reflections at Churchill Park reflected my reality.

Both muddied ...

and muddled.

Elsewhere they were vibrant and clear

Reflections of how life should be.

The clarity at times is startling.

Mirror image reflections of a less than perfect world.

On a more humorous note.

The little furball in this photo always barks at the hound as we pass in the morning

 but disappears before I can get a photo.

She’s VERY vocal .....

and persistent

but only because she’s several metres above the ground!