rain falls, sail boats sink
temperatures drop, stocks plunge
emotions plummet
At the click of a switch.
Drop of a hat.
Off the edge of the table.
Closing of a door.
Night and day.
Black and white.
Sweet or sour.
Why do the bad days have to follow the good days so close.
No transition.
No warning.
Life is good and then it isn’t.
I wish I could remember how bad it can get when its going good.
I might appreciate the good more maybe.
But mostly I want to remember how bad it gets and some days the bit of good just isn’t worth it.