Sometimes I feel a sadness wash over me. Like standing on the edge of the ocean and being slapped by an unexpectedly large wave. Only, this sadness doesn’t feel like mine.

I can’t put my finger on it, but it’s a sinking feeling in my chest, like I’m being tugged at.

What to do when the sadness is not your own. I guess I can sit here and feel it, and let it pass. And hope it doesn’t return.