Too Many Moods

I rarely used to dream, for the first fifty years of my life my nights were quiet. My moods were steady, not always joyous, of course not, no one but the well-cared-for imbecile who is oblivious to harsh reality is that lucky, I am just saying that life unrolled at an even pace for me. Not so now in old age. Now I have too many moods, too many ideas, too many intentions. And, not enough time left to fulfill them.

Caption: Too Many Moods

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2018