When the sun returns—
It’s not that I don’t notice the clouds/rain/snow/fog. It’s just that the day everything lifts, finally, I lift with it. It is the same feeling I had when each of my children was around three months old and I knew that I was emerging from underground. I had not quite known I was underground, except there I was, emerging.
I feel the light. I feel light.
And today, driving, I noticed first the glittering of the beaded bracelet Middle made for me. And then it was the glossiness of the lawns. And then the openness of the sky—sudden, bright. The sun.
Welcome back, old friend. I think I can accept your disappearances, if only to feel your return.