The year is 2019. I’ve landed in this city exactly 4 months ago. It’s summer outside but all I see is grey. A cold, dreary gloom that hovers over me like a rain cloud and shrouds all the warmth, hope and happiness I’ve ever known. I ask for sunshine but see a barely perceptible silver lining. Is it there or is it an optical illusion? An infinitesimal play of my senses having a laugh. Maybe both. Maybe neither.
Maybe a few years later, I’ll write again. I told myself that I would write all about the knots in my throat and the gnawing pain in my heart but for now, I’ll listen. So I did that. I sat with my deafening silence and told my beating heart to hold on. Hold on to faith a little longer, a little stronger. And wait with a beautiful patience. That is all anyone ever needs, truly.
Life’s seasons change. All eclipses pass. It did for me and it will for you. As of today the year 2023 is half gone. I’ve been in this country for almost 4 years. We’re two weeks into winter. A sleet spell heralds the change of season but I don’t mind. Now, I know how to keep my toes warm and heart hopeful. I hope you do too.
Murmurs & Magic 