simple suspicion

 A day that was just cold and miserable, sitting around and going for walks. There was nobody to talk to all day, went to the café and had a word with the person on service, and went to the Turkish snack bar and chatted with the proprietor whilst he made up a Kebap. Enjoyed this standing on the bridge looking at the river, to the background noise of the small towns traffic.

There are calls to be made and small things that need doing. This is all no harm. Put the clothing that had been washed in the morning into the dryer. It is a black wash, all the black jeans and tee shirts and socks and things that need to be washed. Some black dye had been added to the wash, the jeans are going more and more grey with each wash. 

Much later the things will be taken out of the dryer.

Realise that the depression has walked in again, the dark absence, that just leaves its owner with the feeling of empty bleak nothingness. When even the kindly emails from friends are viewed with simple suspicion.