Good Grief 354

My first leg stretch after work.
Very brief before driving home and as the sun was setting.
So curious watching different emotional reactions - my sister rang as I arrived at work and wanted to talk about the email. She had seen it in her inbox last night but not opened it and went on to have an anxious night. You could write our scripts.
Out of essentially the same moulds have come these diversely different souls and I don’t think any of us feel we have done justice to their hopes for us, one way or another.
I’d zoned in on the day and marvelled at the light.
In breaks when I was writing up I was nourished by this ...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=kbJcQYVtZMo
... and this ...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=i91RX2LhY8s
...and this...
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=J6CNQqzN3mU
... and blasted through the day; it’s all I can do. We are as we are. It is as it is.