Howling at the moon

Things have been a  bit up and down lately.

Getting  older isnt much fun,thinking about retirement, creaking bones, wrinkles, singlehood and white hair......
There are days I want to find an open field ( impossible in our crowded city), lie down and just stare at the sky and when darkness falls, sit up and howl at the moon.

Then there are days when I relish singlehood, being alone and the wrinkles and the white hair.....

Must be the meds...........