A New Song Comes To Mind; Feeling Blue; Resembling Anne Boleyn; A Desert Sunset

A new song comes to mind, It is a Johnny Mathis song, When Sunny Gets Blue.

When Sunny gets blue

Her eyes get gray and cloudy

Then the rain begins to fall

Pitter patter, pitter patter

Love is gone so what can matter

No sweet lovin’ man comes to call

When Sunny gets blue

She breathes a sigh of sadness

Like the wind that stirs the trees

Wind that sets the leaves to swayin’

Like some violins are playin’

Weird and haunting melodies

People used to love to

Hear her laugh, see her smile

That’s how she got her name

Since that sad affair

She’s lost her smile

Changed her style

Somehow she’s not the same

But mem’ries will fade

And pretty dreams…

Hurry, new love, hurry here

To kiss away each lonely tear

And hold her near when Sunny gets blue

Well, I am. Blue that is. Its synonyms are depressed, down, sad, saddened, unhappy, melancholy, miserable, sorrowful, gloomy, dejected, downhearted, disheartened, despondent, dispirited, low, in low spirits, low-spirited, heavy-hearted, glum, morose, dismal, downcast, cast down, tearful; informal down in the dumps, down in the mouth, fed up. ANTONYMS happy, cheerful..

Considering what has happened to me in the past month I would have to be insane not to feel melancholy, dejected, morose, dismal cast down and down in the dumps. I can put on a happy face so I do not freak people out but it is phony. I kept it together when I was away in London and Dubai but now I am home and safe. I can be who I am and who I want to be. It is a huge relief.

I am watching The Tudors on Netflix, a well produced, intriguing tale. In many ways I resemble Anne Boleyn – at the moment she has not mistepped and is still around, but we all know what is going to happen in the end. There are ways we are not similar of course, I had no powerful family backing and encouraging me and I did not sleep with my my brother – either one of them – goodness knows. Well come to think of it I did not give birth to Queen Elizabeth the First, the Virgin Queen. So I just made myself smile but I am still blue.

The photograph is sunset on the desert – before I fell and hurt my knee and had to go to Rashid Emergency Room – not usually considered a tourist destination. Well, as I said to someone – here in hospital probably not fatal. It was not.

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