It has been a week of turbulence. Of being tossed on waves like a child’s toy.
Emotions are elusive beasts. Who can predict the moment when grief will strike at the heart, or joy will make tears wash down, or love will inflate the chest? The world has a way of surprising us just when we think we know what is coming. It barks “Boo” and we flinch. Or grin. Or smile in wonder.
Sometimes we sob. And sometimes there is comfort.
Like sitting with a friend as she weeps, and wanting to murder the waiter for being offhand with her.
Like the gentleman who touches her shoulder as he hobbles out of the cafe, leaving behind his smell of peppermint and a starched handkerchief, pressed into her hand.
It’s precious. Elusive.
May it find you.