Only recently I got those very vivid imaginations which took over my control of emotion. I was unbearably sad and sadder for reasons, I was acutely aware, so trivial I knew I did not care. Maybe it's the season that called for attention towards people and our interactions towards each other that suddenly turned what seemingly trivial into a big deal.
In one of those days, dark or sunny, I believed in reading books and drinking cups of coffees and walking around the house in very slow pace, counting each step as I walked. Last year pandemic surrounded me with piles of everything I wanted to do, but not yet. Some of them I am still working on. Some of them have been scratched out of my to-do list, Thank God.