Still Life

Walks lately have been wedged between errands and hospital visits, brief escapes into light and motion. Still, they have worked their magic, have loosened muscles and mind.

A photo I snapped on Tuesday's stroll captures a truth. A sky that seemed mostly cloudy, I see now, was bluer than I remembered. 

Isn't that the way of life, the way of survival? We leave the hospital or nursing home, and we want to shout hallelujah. Yes, we are sad, but we are still here, still walking upright, and the ones we love, they don't blame us for rejoicing.