Granite of Shadow

[ismo]

It rained last night, and then came a very dark morning. When the sun finally rose enough to deliver a ration of light, it was gathered in by a few golden leaves glowing under grey skies. Gold was the theme of the day. After another horrid night, I girded myself up so I could go with the Sparrowhawk to our favorite florist to get some flowers for Dragonfly. It is a cliche, but death is one of those situations where a cliche is the least you can do. You do the things that people do, so that all can be made right and seemly as much as that is possible. It's not a time to try to cover yourself in glory by thinking outside the box. Age quod agis, as Johnny Ringo advises in "Tombstone." In this case, though, the flowers were truly glorious and glowed inside the box as the leaves glowed under the cloak of shadow that had overspread the sky. If anything said "Resurrection," it was those flowers. I got to bask in their light as I held them carefully on the way to Dragonfly's house. I wore a mask, and we didn't go in. She's well supplied with food items, and her Boston friends arrive tomorrow. I really did this for myself, because it was impossible not to see her.

Well, that all sounds promising enough. Perhaps I am getting better! Perhaps in time . . . but today is not that day. I loved driving through the trees on the way home, but by the time I got there, I was forced to try to take a nap. It didn't work, though. Coughing every five minutes doesn't allow for much sleep. I sometimes wonder how in the world I can possibly rehabilitate myself once I finally get over this. Respiratory viruses are MY NEMESIS! GRRR.

Comments

[oracne]

I'm glad you were at least able to deliver flowers.