Wednesday, August 17, 2011

The way through depression is down a
foggy street where all appears drab
and colorless, and detail
cannot be distinguished.


  1. Keep searching for the light at the end of the tunnel, it is there.

  2. Gosh I think we were having the same week last week- I am so thankful to have small stones to write...Even melancholy becomes a lovely thing.. this is a wonderful stone! Maybe we need some cloud therapy.