Perusing earliest entries of my own blog, I came upon the one about the German film Wings of Desire, and the Song of Childhood in it. A gentle melancholy veils my spirit on this post-Chritmas Day morning, like the overcast day it's turned out to be.
And this is beautiful. This kind of beauty used to cause me toothaches and neurosis. In some ways the longing for beauty led me to God, who authors all that is beautiful. Melancholy no longer alarms me, I'm at peace with it, for I understand now that it's a longing for eternal home: