Some days doesn’t it seem that almost nothing could possibly go your way?

And some days it  feels like every one who could get in your way, undermine you, disappoint you, piss you off or otherwise offend, did just that?

And some days it feels like the ick will never end, you will never each your safe place ,put on your slippers , grab a  beer and just forget it all went down like it did.

On those  days you actually know better than to utter “What else could possibly go wrong?” because you know full well something will

And on  those days I am never more grateful for the garden ( and to be honest for the beer too) and the fact that a quick walk through, even if it is nightfall, will change my attitude, settle my soul and calm my spirit.

I give you white and gray at dusk…..