I have these moments, periods of time. Sometimes they can be weeks, more often they are months going on years. I’m old enough now that the pendulum swings slowly, the spectrum can take its while. I often don’t see it coming even if over a large swath of time, but I’m figuring it out.
From inside the window the cat watches birds in the garden. Robins there collecting rubbish for a nest. Magpies digging up the dirt and cawing loudly like a scream from the railing. The cat watches this, from inside, his head on a swivel.
In the darkening sky clouds unfurl over Squaw’s Tit, they sift farther down across the valley and are flat bottomed and are dense and hollow at once with the day’s amber light fading in the Cascade valley. There is still blue sky with bits of black cloud spotting across it until night will come and help it all away.
Here is a dark time. I think it will pass.