I’m in a strange mood.
And what makes it strange is that I have no word for it.
It’s nothing really bad.
It’s nothing exceptionally good.
It just is.
And yet it’s much more than that.
More than ‘is,’ that is.
Maybe I’m simply feeling “isness.”
(Whatever that is.)
Strange. I know.
© Joy M. Newcom, December 8, 2008