The book I am reading does not interest me, and I decide to put it back on the shelf. Another problem stares at me. I do not know which other book to pick. They have all lost value.
I need to shed something to breathe easy. But what should I shed? Trees shed leaves, but their roots remain strong and firmly in place. It enables renewal. Hope remains alive. My life appears to be in doldrums. The roots are not strong enough to hold it in the same place.
A shift is imminent, and not necessarily for good.
days are filled with dread
in autumn phase of life
a winter ahead