This is the time of year I have always looked forward to...the quiet gray days of rest. This year for the first time I am deeply sad inside and out and do not know if I can make it through this season. Maybe because I am going to be 60 years old this Friday...I just feel so alone...friendless...deeply sad and melancholy is building to the overflow point. Daily chores are becoming a burden and hard to complete...the drudgery of it all is unbearable...I must raise my eyes upward and have faith in the light in the darkness...I will light a candle and remember those who came before me to shape my character and pray for their strength to uphold me...even tired old things still have some hidden beauty.