Mist

Every now and then most of us experience a mist of melancholy settling over our lives.  The cause may be obvious, but more often the reason is unidentifiable.  When it happens we are annoyed, but not disabled. We carry on, do our jobs, go to lunch, sweep the floor.  But everything feels a bit less; less happy, but less sad, too.  Life is less important.  Does anything really matter?

If we are lucky we have learned the strategies for misty lives--talking, writing, walking, meditating.  But more or less the answer is to wait. We wait it out patiently, or impatiently, but waiting nonetheless.