listening to a resequence and reliving the gray days of this spring and summer

I have involuntarily been avoiding listening to this whole album for months, I realized, because it reminds me of the overcast of May and June--in the house he and I once called home--and the split clouds/sun of the first months on my own again.

Sometimes, I live in the quiet light.
As a self-appointed ghost I think it only makes sense to be there, when I have no one to haunt.

Is it okay if I take your hand to hold?