Simply Black and White

I’m not going to start off by apologizing for neglecting you.  I’ve done that far too many times before.   And obviously I’ve made promises that I do not keep.

So, instead I will promise you that today I have thoughts that I will share.

I’ve been struggling for the past few months with a feeling of uneasiness.  I can’t be more specific than that with emotion identification.   I suppose I can color it gray.

Our little Maltese puppy, Rico passed away five months ago.

Rico was a fluffy cotton white, with eyes, nose and lips black as coal.

For the past 17 years, we were a trio.   Ross, Rico and I.

Perhaps my mysterious feelings of gray are as simple as black and white.