My eyes unfocused after reading. Dazed,
I wander through the park, sit on the pier
A fine spring day, strong wind, the sun's ablaze
The waves are lapping, boats bright white, sky clear.
Uncertain what to think of the past week -
A turning point, one where the seasons changed
Is that all there was to it? Are the peaks
And valleys of my mood just weathervanes?
Mixed metaphors aside, some things did shift
These past few days, like waking from a dream
A subtle thing - felt calmer, less adrift
And maybe even swimming back upstream.
Did weather change my mood to light from dark?
Perhaps I'll sit a while more in this park.
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