"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." ~Anatole France
It has been a day of mostly successes and only a few negative surprises. But the night has a melancholy feel (that feeling in the night is an old friend, not so welcome, but oh so familiar). It might have been helped along by the skies that keep forgetting to stay blue in the daytime, or perhaps by knowing I no longer have a free day for solitary pursuits. That last bit is something I must figure out how to correct, even if it means running away from home every few weeks for a day or so on the weekend. But it is only one of many things that need some adaptation-- or else complete change.