Forgive my long silence:
Sometimes, long hot days are lonelier than any cold winter’s night.
Especially in the afternoons…..
This is my pal, Mary
The last two summers, we have been a comfort for each other. She was going through her own private hell, while I struggled with the dark days following my Mum’s sudden death.
One summer evening, we sat by the river and talked and talked until the moon appeared and everything darkened before us. It was quite magical.
We spend these treacherous summer days together. Not alone, if still lonely.
Thank you, Mary.