Melancholy has often been close at hand, tangible, as real as the face in the mirror.
But things change. Where once sadness would took root, spread like ivy, grasping, clinging – now its blooms flower briefly, wither and die.
I have little to complain of, and so much that is good. I have love and friendship, health, beautiful memories, and the hope of more.
If I have optimism, it has been hard won.
Though my struggle, such as it has been, was nothing compared to that of Alice Herz-Sommer. I hope you read her story.
Incidentally, I found the link over at Medway Exiles. It’s my favourite blog, even if Tim doesn’t post as much as he should. 😉