Our home has been crying for two days.
It started with the hot tears of disappointment. Yesterday morning, out on the pond, there were ducks. By early afternoon the storm had started, the ducks were gone and the window panes were covered with tears.
The following day, the hot tears had become ice cold streams of sorrow. Unrelenting and dimming every view.
After a while, the cry started to wear itself out. The sadness was there, but the tears were stagnant. They’d lost the volume, but not the ache.
At last and almost by disguise, light started to creep in the windows. A single color presented itself. And our house sighed and silent tears started. Tears of gratefulness, of heartache soothed, of melting. Tears that taste all the more sweet for the time of bitter.
P.S. Anyone else feeling morose and wordy in the wake of this weather?! Forgive the melodrama!
