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.
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.