Sort of out of sorts

Shane and I are feeling morose tonight – thoughts of those not here seem to have settled on us like an evening fog. I suppose we will come round, but right now, we will rest a bit first.

A few minutes later

I had to come back to say we are not wallowing in low spirits; we are just not letting Our Sad build up until it has to burst out. Every now and then, we open the door a little and let the balance adjust. Just before I snapped this picture, we were staring at each other – and perhaps into each other’s soul – and I think we found comfort in that.