Then there was another day
by Andrea Elizabeth
Funerals seem like the end. The end of life as we knew it. But then there’s the day after. The things of home can somehow start to look bright again, even when this could not be imagined during the funeral. I thought I needed a continuous road-trip to keep the joy, but the idea that there will be more, maybe not so long from now, can provide hope. And this really is a pretty nice place to live. The shapes of the leaves are interesting. The animals are happy to see us. And shoveling so much manure that you hit the blood sugar wall can make a fast-food taco taste about as good as seafood fresh from the ocean eaten while watching the sun set on a beach lined with broken pink granite.