Apologies for this unoriginal metaphor (simile?). Sometimes life is like a giant washing machine–wash, rinse, repeat, spin, until you’re dizzy, but hopefully purged of most of the crap by the end of the cycle. Then you get to do it again in the dryer, except not with the drowning. Or get hung out to dry. OK, I’m done. 😉
Here is a morning sky trying not to cry but probably not succeeding. But hey, it’s supposed to be like April in January today, so there’s that.