Blurry Monday, though beautiful. I'm under the uncertain influence of the waning full moon which appeared to be morphing into many late Sunday night.
elongating to separate again
Feels like this:
"Hüzün (Turkish)--the gloomy feeling that things are in decline and that the situation, often political in nature, will probably get gradually worse. Despite the darkness, there’s a joy in having the word to hand, sparing us from a personal sense of persecution and reminding us that our misfortunes are largely collective in nature."
This too will pass