Sometimes it sets upon you without warning, a deep bone rocking sadness that came from nowhere and is disproportionate and inappropriate and unwieldy and unexplainable.
Sometimes it’s the way the tear of the cling wrap sounds like a great big cracking sound while you watch yourself from a great height.
Sometimes the rain sounds like a waterfall set to overcome everything, but you know it is just rain.
Maybe you spend too much time with yourself, or not enough. And tomorrow is Monday and you don’t have the luxury of doing anything different.
You can see the precipice from here. HDR is ok. But you aren’t going back.