Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
every time
it is gray,
every time
i wish the gray
away,
i am reminded
that above the clouds
exists a sunny day—
no matter
the season in the way—
every. single. day.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 7, 2026.
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- Comment from author about the poem: Part of the The Rutted Road collection.
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every cloud has a silver lining my friend
Norman, thank you, my friend. Every cloud having a silver lining is really the whole heartbeat of this poem, gray on the surface, sun always still there above it. Appreciate you naming it so simply. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
most welcome friend, much enjoyed read
A poem that to me says there is light at the end of the tunnel that beyond the darkness there is hope. Well written my friend.
Soren, thank you, my friend. You caught it exactly, the darkness doesn’t get the final word here, the sun’s still there above the clouds no matter the season. Appreciate you sitting with the hope in it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
You are most welcome Tristan for the read and comment it is deeply appreciated
Yes, and every single day, Popeye says 'Spinach, please!' lol.
Meanwhile Ol’ Tomás is probably knitting him a spinach cozy for his birthday as we speak, and it’ll somehow end up being used as a lightsaber against Obi-Wan. 🤣 ☀️🌥️🙏🖤
All these wild antics, very eccentric. lol.
everyday, my friend. S.A.D. has been somewhat turbulent this winter/year 🙏🏻🕊️
arqios, thank you, my friend. Sorry this year’s brought more turbulence than usual, that gray can sit heavy for a long stretch. This past winter was unusually rough for me too. Hoping the sunny days above the clouds find their way to you more often from here. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks dear friend. For now we soldier on. 🙏🕊️
Your poem resonates deeply as a profound journey of self-discovery intertwined with unbridled optimism, and yet, it inspires a sense of hopeful anticipation within me. You eloquently convey a powerful message of unwavering hope and resilience, gently reminding readers that even amidst life's darkest moments, there is always a radiant possibility of joy and illumination on the horizon.
Friendship, thank you, my friend. You named the whole spirit of this poem, hope holding steady even in the darkest moments, joy still waiting on the horizon. Appreciate you sitting with it so fully. ☀️🌥️🙏🖤
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