The country is such in a somber mood. Add to that the dreariness of this city; no big shops are open on a Good Friday. I prefer to rejoice in my freedom while others are trapped in their tradition. *grin

In my silent corner, I chose to be grateful for what I have now.  I wrote a Haiku as a celebration.

Haiku: Midday

cloud ribbons on wings

dramatic cerulean sky

a feast for the eye.

I’m relieved at least to breathe these words out and they become my own once more.

This Friday is indeed good.