Today was a day I can only describe as rather average. It was not cold, yet not sunny. Nothing good, nothing uncomfortable. Is there such a thing as neutral energy? A resting point? I kept busy doing things, neither tired or energized. The day itself was just there and lingered like stale air with no breeze. I’m trying to think of a word to describe it. Quiet. It was a quiet day. But people were going about their daily routines as they always do.
Oh yes wait, there was one thing. I almost forgot about it. It was a funeral procession. It proceeded slowly down our street this morning. Leading the procession were men on horseback and a wagon drawn by four dapple gray horses, followed by cars traveling ever so slowly. Now that is a sight you won’t see in the city. Perhaps that is why it was such a quiet day. One of the horses was being lead and had no rider. It was a solemn quiet day.
Posted by: Gloria
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