March 2016

Grey Gardens

A bout of loneliness on a cold, rainy day is met with hot coffee, action and a little laughter

This morning I awoke possessed by an intense, aching loneliness. So I forced myself out of bed and walked out my back door into a drizzling, chilled fall morning with my morning coffee and sang “In the Garden” to myself as I walked around. This is a daily ritual of mine regardless of the weather or how I feel. I am 72, and my last drink was over half my lifetime ago.

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