Sometimes you can't avoid misery



Late at night, fast asleep in my bed, Rosie growls and wakes me.  I rouse enough to recognize two men and a woman speaking.  Speaking is not the right word.  “Confessing” better serves.  My neighbors, suffering a horrible time.  One man is so distraught; he is sobbing broken-heartedly, and issues a heart-rending outraged roar of suffering.  It tears me to the core.  My windows are closed but enough sound comes through to recognize another man speaking to soothe, passing through the glass.  To no avail.  The woman spoke too.  Murmured really.  I couldn’t make out the words.  I didn’t want to make them out. The outrage seemed directed at her. 

Draw your own conclusions.  Matters of the heart.  Who knows besides the participants?

This morning I leave very, very early to walk the dog.  I need to get outside and reclaim my wa on this beautiful morning; dawn is barely breaking; the horizon bisected by a deep shade of purplish blue hugging the forest, rising to luminescent opal skies. Peace.  Peace.  Peace.   

I don’t need to witness other people’s heartbreaks.  I’ve had plenty of my own. 

Breathe. 

Walk the dog.  Let her off-leash to frolic and chase whatever runs. 

Okay.  Better.    

I can’t avoid noticing one usual car missing from next door.  The adult son is gone.  His father (who I was so trying to avoid) drives past and gives me a friendly wave.  He is a nice person.  The mom has left by the time I get back from the walk.

No husband home next door tonight. 



 






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