It is one year since the death of my mother and father, who died six weeks apart last summer. Still, I find it difficult to escape the sadness. It is sunset, I walk out the front door. I watch as the sun approaches the horizon spilling ribbons of pink across an azure sky. I see the blue darken; blue black ink. The pines and palms jut out into the blue pink canvas reminding me where I am; where the desert meets the ocean, San Diego.
The beauty of pink
on blue sky pierced by pines and palms suspends sadness.
A cool breeze
sentinels night is approaching as blue turns slate-gray then charcoal and finally
black. I walk home, open the front door where sadness slowly seeps in.
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