The kind of disturbing news that nobody wants to hear, nobody wants to KNOW wafted through texts and phone lines and emails last night. A boy from my son’s high school class had been in a horrific car accident and was in a coma, and likely not to make it through the night. A stab wound in your chest, a gun shot to your heart couldn’t feel more painful or shocking than hearing these kinds of words strung together. There it was, life’s fragile nature, and ability to stun in a single bound.
Gratitude for the cool breeze, blue sky and technicolor leaves of this Saturday. Who knows what it is tomorrow will be.