Sunday

There was bit of sun, in fairness.

But it would be easier to identify with the 7th day of the week if it were called Bigshaggincloudday.

Luca could not find any silver lining to his personal cloud.
He asked me why the weekend had gone by so fast. That he found it unfair to have to go to school so soon.

I looked at him, right into his big distressed eyes, and thought about what's awaiting me tomorrow morning.

A tear or two may have seeped.




Not in his eyes.