It was just after 9pm, I decided to sit outside (it is still quite light at that time of the evening) and apply a little therapy. I sketched my day. The peace and quiet made me process everything that had occurred here, but in other places too. No writing of notes, just drawing objects.
The Haiku that resulted mirrors the picture. I’ve written better, but there it is.
Monday a new week
Pleasure, sorrow and questions
Visual therapy