When sadness washes over me, I let it become a low, melancholic bass note in my daily rhythm.
I simply pull my crochet vest tighter, finding a steady, defiant beat in the rain hitting the cafe window.
Even the greyest cloud cannot mute the melody I keep locked behind my teeth.
I snap my fingers against an empty espresso cup, turning the ache into a soulful, slow-swing jazz refrain.