We’ve all been flattened by life in varying degrees. Numb from sorrow, disappointment, sickness, or despair, life crawls forward in monotonous metronomic heartbeats.
Illness forced my beautiful, talented, and active sisters into a horizontal life. They died within ten months of each other.
I found comfort laying in bed watching the seasons change; the bedroom window’s architecture containing my grief. Life’s beauty mesmerizes, soothes, and revitalizes.