This morning I am in a bit of a writing paralysis.
My extended family lost someone dear yesterday, and I am preoccupied by sadness - my own, my parents', and that of those closest to the loss.
I wish them all some peace, some rest, some consolation wherever they can find it. The balm of sleep is a haven, but the re-entry into grief on awakening is rugged. I ache for their aching hearts.
The sun and the moon will continue to circle the globe, and we will carry on.