I woke up in the same mood that was upon me when I went to bed. I sat in the shower, praying (as every morning), the ache never wavering.
In a counterintuitive occurrence, as I left my house, the crickets were singing, the sky was dreary and overcast, the rain fell in a Seattle like mist. I drove west, the sky growing darker, the wipers squeaking, The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo finally interesting, and my coffee warming my hands. I felt safe and content and protectively surrounded for several minutes.
I can get through the day. It was a very sweet, unexpected gift.
Black Coffee Tables
1 year ago