"For shade to shade will come too drowsily, And drown the wakeful anguish of the soul."
[Friday 19th October 2018] Do good company, laughter and shared tales serve to highlight what's missing? Or perhaps such times act like stepping stones across a barren lake as part of a seemingly unending quest for the safety of land and close companionship? [Post title is a quote from 'Ode to Melancholy' by John Keats]