there's a lot of pain to get through
but unforeseen luxuries as well, like
sleeping (!) + reading,
watching the hours shorten and lengthen, darken and brighten through the windows,
remembering the kind grandmother who crocheted your bedcover (18 in all - one for each grandchild),
hearing the family banter from afar
+ thinking + being grateful . . .
the heart-it trail has now reached epidemic proportions
like the house has broken out into some kind of neon love rash . . .