Walking Through Sunday
Sunday, January 31st, 2010Things were different. I guess they will be different again. In the moment, though, time seems askew. These empty hours stretch and fade…then rise again. Nothing to do but keep walking through this now.
I’m still shocked by how much is gone. The deep fullness of this shining Sunday is lush, beautiful. Outside me. My empty places are like blank spots in the landscape. Don’t know if they will ever be filled back in.
It’s a long walk, from now to tomorrow.