If it is the immense sorrow I feel when seeing the pictures of Moore
Or if my six weeks of sleepness nights following my surgery have just caught up with me but I am overwhelmed with sadness
It may be that a great horse died today, Prince, Feather’s half-brother
Too early, too soon and in great pain
I don’t know what is exactly the cause of my sadness
But I do think in this busy world we live in, between work, family, home and animals
Things you can handle normally just sometimes need a little tiny wisp of a wind
And that wind blows away the fragile balance you have maintained for so long.
Tomorrow will be a new day. I will restore myself with some sleep and prayer.
I will rebuild the balance and restore my faith
Tomorrow will be another day