Last evening, as I was pottering around in the kitchen after supper,
I felt suddenly and completely overwhelmed with grief.
Grief, as we know, is the price we pay for love
and it has a nasty habit of popping up without warning.
Five minutes later, as I felt more myself,
I was reminded of song lyrics I'd heard on the radio.
"It's a long hard road that leads to a brighter day".*
Today, as it happens, is that brighter day.
The sun is shining, the rain has moved off.
I am wearing a skirt.
I have bare legs.
I am wearing silver sandals.
A brighter day indeed.
*Lyrics from Yah Mo B There by Michael McDonald.