Gray Summer Days

I look out my office window and see gray fading to faint blue and white clouds. I can almost feel the sighing melancholy of the blanket sky. I listen to "Last Goodbye" by Jeff Buckley. It's a gray summer day. And my heart is a gray summer heart. Lover-less, roommate-less, I feel my aloneness.

I remember what Natalie Goldberg says in Writing Down the Bones. She says, loneliness is part of the human condition. She says she has been lonely much of her life.

So this is freedom. This is the single life. This is why people look and buy the lover's disguise and weep until they find their one true love.