I was getting sucked in.
Weighed down. Sleepless. Forgetful. Scatty.
Always, I underestimate the power of my memories.
As bad as the addict's bottle, they are.
And every time I dabble I get hooked.
As I said, "Enough".
It makes me feel ill. Once the sweetness sours.
And it sours. Always.
So let's put this behind me.
A new day rising.
A new day always rises.
Photo - Literally a new day rising as I gazed over the marshes at Cley next the Sea, Norfolk, this past summer.