sad to grateful

Yesterday morning my mom was in a dream. I could not stop thinking about her, and tears were difficult to hold back.

The day went on, feeling like on and on. Got home, took a short nap after eating, changed and started walking to the park.

The lights in my neighborhood brightened  me. My music was perfectly not Christmas.

The park was full, at the reception I saw many I had not seen in awhile.

On the way back home I rode the train, walked under the clear sky, and felt the immense good fortune that is my life.