This photo was taken on a beautiful day. Cold, blue skies, sunny – wrapped up in my hat and gloves, it was glorious. Then I turned 180O and saw these doom-laden clouds. They didn’t remain long, they didn’t unleash a torrential downpour; I turned away, and the rest of the walk remained perfect.
I avoid talking about politics and religion – I don’t like the conflict, even though I have strong opinions and I’m secure in my beliefs. I get weighed down, don’t have confidence that I can cite the pertinent evidence at the right time, or don’t feel I have the right to speak up on a particular issue.
I’m a doomscroller – taking it all in, becoming more horrified by what I’m reading. If I had the nerve to reply to some of the tweets over the past… well, five years I suppose, I’d mostly be saying “Oh, come on, really?” Sometimes, I wonder how people watching the same incident or press conference can see such different things.
Which brings me back to my photo. I could have chosen to focus on the black clouds and scurried home, but I would have missed out on the rest of a beautiful walk.