Day 27 – Total confirmed cases in US: 501,680
…and on on the 27th day, despair rested…
I have a buoyant spirit. It can’t be held down for very long. It gravitates toward inspiration
Sadness comes, of its course, to everyone. A person we love dies, or moves away, or doesn’t love us back, or loves us back in a terrible way and drags our spirit down.
A spirit can rise every day like the sun. And blaze and glow and share its light. And one day, of its course, will explode and leave behind a hole.
But now, while my spirit lives, and walks among the others here, I will try to guide its course above inevitable sadness.