nuclear reactor here, then it was decommissioned. Funny how much stuff they left. I'll bet those buildings would be a kick to explore. But the overarching point here is that this place is a really good metaphor for how I tend to feel this time of year.
My son's back in the emergency ward again. Unstable, suicidal ideation. There are aspects of my life that are very lush, attractive, and fragrant. There are aspects that are chaotic, and extremely, chronically painful. I have to take shelter in the real. I have to house myself under these grey skies, and savor the cold rain when it falls on my changing body and soaks my female bones. I have to find comfort in this chill. I have to be at peace here. There is no shelter from the reap of the Fall.
See you next trip! Rosalynnda loves youuuuu!!!!