It is the best of times, and it is the worst of times.
Attila and I have been walking. We have been walking in the snow, in the dark, beneath the pines. As we paused to gaze at the snow-laden branches, the wind tugged at our parkas, and the wet snow fell heavily on our faces. I felt happy to be alive.
We are faced with a dire situation. Attila and I both lost our jobs, within days of one another. We took a big chance, moving so that I could take on this job. At present it looks like we may have made the biggest mistake of our lives. I know things could be worse, and that our worst fears may never materialize. Nevertheless, our uncertain future is a worry.
We are also faced with time together, at last. We love it! We like each other just as much as we thought we did, and just as much as we thought we would if we ever found ourselves spending our days together. The circumstances could have been better, no doubt, but one must play the hand one is dealt.
I am writing again. It is an act of faith, and hope.
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Snow after dark.
By the Easy Chair
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