The wind bit at my ears as I rode my bicycle today. It is one day past the middle of November and it seems as if our part of the world is tilting further and further away from the sun. Darkness intrudes in the late afternoon hastening children to come in from their backyards and find something to do indoors. The food is a comforting spinach quiche wrapped in a doughy blanket of hot brown crust. Lee and Ez don’t like it but Scott does. For a thin man, he is voracious and eats every meal like it is his last.
For one of our friends, it was her last meal yesterday. She didn’t drop dead, but slowly departed a painful earthly existence taking one last breath in the presence of her husband and children.
It wasn’t fair for her to suffer, but it wasn’t fair for her to die.
All is dark and silent as blackness shrouds the Midwest with dots of light from distant stars. Smokey, a gray tabby cat with black stripes, purrs on my lap.
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