Depression A grey day No sun breaks the sky. The cold slaps at the lungs with each breath drawn. Ripples of pain shoot through his back, spreading in the concentric circles as a pebble is thrown into a pond. Left to wonder if it's the advancing cancer in a failing 73 year old body, or the two-hundred pounds of firewood hauled in each day to feed the wood stove and warm the quiet and silence of a forest hut. Depressions weigh heavily on a broken heart. An unexpected love found with its beginnings, complications and endings as painful as any physical wound maybe even more so. No opioid can lessen its pain. Its concentric circles of emotion ripple out through the soul in an ever widening arc of sadness all the way to the fingertips. No solution, solitude or warm sun to lessen either pain. Nothing to do except endure, and wonder what the night will bring. There are no answers .