Quiet day, you are sitting on a chair looking out the window, and you see a section of the sky, and suddenly you are in tears. You don't know where it comes from, if it's grief or the echoes or the emptiness, or the way the serene sky reminds you how you always take things for granted - the pile of unworn shirts, the ripe persimmons still in the grocery bag, all the occasions of your life when your mother unfailingly sent you a card, that was her thing - handwritten notes at the back of photos, "love" written on the edge of postcards, though she never said it to you and she never will. But here you are on a glorious autumn day, sun beam on your window, holding all those cards, feeling so loved. Outside, the world gathers itself to astonish you. An errant wind wakes the drowsy leaves. The moonflower refuses to wither. Wordless music drifts in the air. Isn't it amazing how light always finds you in the right moment, even here, sitting on this chair where you are now swept in a calm out of darkness, cries hushed, your heart restored, radiant and full.
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