Good Grief 284

Un
Unseen. Untouched. Unheard. Unloved.
There seem to be a lot of 'un's' that go with all of this and they lead to some sense of an unbecoming.
As I stood in the silence of the kitchen waiting for the kettle to boil I watched a little Jenny Wren hop across the top of a bush in the garden. Moments of happiness and unhappiness completely blended.