How can one tell when it is time to let go? Is it when the dark night begins, when things start to go inexplicably wrong? When all efforts to make things right fail? That makes the occasional rainbow what … unacceptable?
Is there a black hole when letting go? Is it wrong to fill that hole with light? Is it wrong to even see the light?
Time marches on, they say. Well, they say a lot of things, not all of which are real, not all of which matter.
Do you know how many forms a hearse can take?
(c) January 2016 Bonnie Cehovet