When the sun beams through
the semi-drawn curtain window of my bedroom
on a lazy Sunday morning, I document it's effects.
Not to say
I do this every time
it graciously exposes itself
during a Pacific Northwest
gloomy spring-time sky.
This morning was different.
It interrupted my four day bout of
and self pity,
I'm sensing that mysterious shift in perspective,
the one that is impossible to imagine
when in the thick of one's
ultimate state of funk
(as in a dejected mood
not "this"-- click,
I consider to be a
beneficial therapy for such a mood).
And of course
on all my photos in this post
I incorrectly typed my blog address,
the correct (as you already know since you are viewing this),