Gentle Greeting

 ‘I know not how it falls on me’.

I know not how it falls on me,
This summer evening, hushed and lone;
Yet the faint wind comes soothingly
With something of an olden tone.
Forgive me if I’ve shunned so long
Your gentle greeting, earth and air!
But sorrow withers even the strong,
And who can fight against despair?

~ Emily Brontë ~

Phone Blip from my bedroom window.
I am tired to the marrow of my bones...