A Bend in the Lane

Today will be one of those Long Nights. I feel it in my bones. At times at these, my comforts are the thoughts of - Bells that jostle, ships that sound horns, sea spray by the cliffs, creaking of wooden bridges across brooks, the groan of the aging grandfather clock, the whisper of willows, the spatter of summer showers, lightning without thunder in the faraway night skies, green leprechauns and the warmth of my mother’s bosom. With these comforts, one can rise above cracked hearts and broken promises

Why does an overwhelming sadness envelop us, for some of the most trivial reasons? Just two hours ago, I had reasons to be very jubilant. Now, here I am, forlorn in my darkness. What ails our souls? Are they meant to be this fickle? I am singing the song, Que Sera Sera, Whatever Will Be Will Be, over and over again, it doesnt help. I have danced (more like mad hopping) to plenty of music - it doesnt help today. I read my journal from 1999 - it doesnt help. What will become of this sadness? I cant prick it like a balloon, neither can I bottle it and toss it into the Pacific. I cannot snuff it away like a candle, neither can I suck it out like venom. I cannot bury it like a secret, neither can I pass it forward like a recycled gift. I shall let it be. Let it be just for tonight. It is going to be one of my Long Nights.