Tiny tracks

Earlier today I wrote three paragraphs for a blip I called redefined sorrow (same photo). It was a bit of an outpouring with a hard won resolution. I was using my computer then and for some reason it would not publish. When I tried to get help, what I had done was lost. Frustration...

Now I am back with the understanding that some sorrows cannot be resolved. They have to be lived through. We can only make tiny tracks where we are until we are somewhere else.