Tonight’s sunset blew my mind. It wasn’t there and then BAM! It was.
You see, I had a terrible day. This morning I nearly passed out twice a block from home and Em was with me. I had to sit down on the sidewalk and tuck my head between my knees. Twice. And then it took every last bit of effort to make it back home. I’m not sure what Em would have done had I actually passed out. Would he have panicked? Would he have run off? We were on a busy street after all, cars zoom past at intense speeds even though they’re not supposed to. It was early and there were a lot of people out, my hope is that someone would have stopped to help us/him.
Anyway, it was a difficult day.
I also felt bouts of rage at certain points. I found I was ready to pounce on anyone who did something even remotely uncool. The city and its people really got to me today, more so than ever before.
I’m not proud of my role in today.
But then we returned home and I was greeted by this sunset and it took me back and made everything seem OK again.
So here’s to hoping tomorrow is better—that the sunset was a promise of some sort. :]



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