It was a beautiful weekend here. Gorgeous blue skies. Still-green grass. Golden leaves.  Lovely.

This morning it was rainy and windy – just enough to make me think about the end of the season.

After work, I went to the grocery store, and by the time I was headed home, it was almost dark.

And I got sad.

I got sad coming home to an empty house.

Sad coming home to no one.

Wondering if I’m always going to come home to an empty house.

I haven’t had a “woe is me” post for a while, and I don’t really need this one.

But I stupidly just can’t help it.

My new relationship is going really well. My job is going well. The future is looking positive and hopeful.

So why am I down?

I know this will pass.

I just wish it would hurry up and go.