Like Lemon Drops

When it comes to living with my clinical depression, mornings are usually my most challenging time. I tend to avoid an afternoon siesta because waking up from one is like experiencing morning all over again.

After a few nights of mediocre sleep this week, I couldn’t avoid a siesta Friday afternoon.

Less than an hour later, I was having another “morning.” As I lay in bed with my eyes closed trying to talk myself into again facing the day, San Geraldo came running in from the terrace.

“I’m sorry to wake you,” he rushed, “But you have to see the rainbow.”

Thanks to San Geraldo, I was able to wake up where the clouds were far behind me.

(Click the images to open a magic lane.)


When all the world is a hopeless jumble…

Author: Moving with Mitchell

From Brooklyn, New York; to North Massapequa; back to Brooklyn; Brockport, New York; back to Brooklyn... To Boston, Massachusetts, where I met Jerry... To Marina del Rey, California; Washington, DC; New Haven and Guilford, Connecticut; San Diego, San Francisco, Palm Springs, and Santa Barbara, California; Las Vegas, Nevada; Irvine, California; Sevilla, Spain. And Fuengirola, Málaga..

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