something in the night air
Sometimes it seems like there is something in the air, like a melancholy mist that beckons introspection. Often its raining, often its dark, often I'm alone. It happens more this time of year - early spring. I find myself expecting answers from it, for it does at least seem to tell me that it can provide answers, yet I don't recall if it has ever provided any. But it beckons me to go walking in the darkness, perhaps bringing my dog along, though it seems like I might get spoken to less if the dog is with me.