Green Light, Stop

Today I stopped at a green light. There was a break in the traffic and I pulled to the light, slowing, and stopping.

Three perfectly sane people flew past, honking and I started again, just in time for the light to flash amber, then red.

The precision with which depression and madness hit are startling. Not their accuracy, but their precision. “I will hit at this moment, in this time.”
Sitting at work
Working
Pulling reporting and numbers, this will shake off slowly, today, or the next day
The fog will lift, but not with the exactitude with which is falls

More like rain. Scattered showers and thunderstorms predicted for the next few days. I will be one of them,
Simmering just beneath the surface.

And searching for the sun