Day Sixty-Two

It was morning.  I could see lightning in the western sky, and the sun rose but was overcast.  The garden had been watered in the night, and looked so wholesome and fresh.  The rosebush was lovely in its own garden and the orange lilies had begun to bloom.

Sometimes my heart ached.  But I thought it was good to have a heart for aching.  I washed the laundry.  I went to the market and bought my friends' favorite fruit.  I put it in the refrigerator beside cookies I had made for my friends.

I heated up something for lunch, but could hardly eat it.  I laid my head on my knees and cried.  I prayed and cried, and finished my lunch.  I ate one of the little oranges my friends liked.