There and Back Again

Listening to: Snowball (Elbow)
Pondering: So fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do. Girls become lovers who turn into mothers, so mothers, be good to your daughters too. (John Mayer)

The earth is gloomy, this part of the world. The clouds are dark, the temperature’s dipped lower than usual. Rain is trickling down the windowpane, like tears. Outside, the streets are empty except for the occasional vehicle that drives by inconspicuously, so as not to upset our unusually quiet neighborhood. The only thing I hear, aside from the soft rustle of the wind is Elbow’s “Snowball” playing on my sister’s iTunes.

It’s an idle Sunday afternoon. Stuff from work sits on my table, waiting to be finished but I refuse to do so. My heart is heavy and a hint of anger is steaming within me. But I keep it under wraps. No use bringing it to the surface. No use allowing the anger to destroy my weekend even further. In my book, some arguments are better left not fought…