The days are getting really short. Kind of go from a dim darkness to a dark darkness. And all the shades of gray in between.
In the midst of the gray, we have been showered with gifts and validation and love. By people we hardly know.
How odd. Living for days on end, on the kindness of strangers.
If feels good, unreal. Don't want to jinx it.
The repressed Catholic in me (after all these years still haven't totally throttled that beast) thinks we don't really deserve it.
There's a tinge of guilt. So absurd. Probably best to just ride the amazing vibe of love...