Wednesday, July 29, 2015


All around me, there is natural beauty. Summer bursts with color, fragrance, sounds, and flavor. Yet, through my profound grief, there has been an overpowering blandness that shrouds all that I see, feel, and do. Your pinks and purples are my muted gray. Yesterday was by far the worst day yet. No reason. No catalyst. I could barely breathe through my sadness. Today, the day was a little bit easier to bear, and tonight I saw a vacant house on an evening drive. The earlier storms lit the sunset sky with brilliant color. And tonight, it looked a tiny bit brighter. The was completely empty; but tonight, for a moment, I could see the beautiful color surrounding it.

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