The cool cloudy morning of today has a feel of autumn instead of early July. I have a sense that our earth is very much at risk. I feel very vulnerable and powerless. Lately, I’ve felt a loss of interest in many things. It frightened me a little until I did a quick inventory of things that I still enjoy, like writing for the July Ultimate Blog Challenge. I am still enthralled with ideas, putting them into words and finding photographs to illustrate them. Then there’s the DYICAD, Daisy Yellow Index Card a Day Challenge. I create an index card art inspired from a word prompt. It’s fun, relaxing and doesn’t take much time.

Grey, cool mornings like this make me wistful and lonesome for the good old days and the way things used to be. But probably they are false impressions created by time lapsed. Things always seem rosier in our memories than in reality. So I will sigh no more for things past. Perhaps I shall make a cup of hot chocolates, curl up and read a few pages of Where the Crawdads Sing to warm the cockles of my heart. I’ve already seen the movie and loved it. The story, cinematography and dialogue were wonderful. I’m quite surprise to see so many bad reviews for the book on Goodreads.