Days are strange.
They begin wrapped in clouds that make us believe it will rain during the next few hours. But then by lunch time the sky is clear and the sun spreads its warmth.
At the end of the day the clouds will return riding the back of the wind and covering the blue with a white sheet.

So have been also my inner days, shifting from the clouds of doubt to the sunshine of hope. Until your distance states itself and the doubt settles back in, wondering if there will be room for our dreams to come true - if they are even "our" dreams anymore.

Right now my eyes gaze into the blue, yearning for your return. One deep breath and I submerge again in this ticktock routine where there's no place for my daydreaming. And yet my mind wanders into the distance wondering where you are and why are things sometimes so complicated.