Okay, I'm feeling the need to quantify. I guess I'm feeling a little morose lately. I think it's in part the weather, perhaps the darkness descending upon us, the rhythmic slowing down as we edge our way towards winter. But also, it's changes in my own journey through life, changes that I embrace, but also the struggle to break free and move forward, the excitement of the new, but the drain of energy to put the old to rest.
All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter into another!