How stupid am I. Had a beautiful morning. Took the dog on a very long walk. The sky was so blue, the leaves so orange-red. It was just so beautiful I felt tears. How can this be? The sheer stunning beauty of an autumn morning makes me cry, not with tears of sadness, but just in awe of how amazing all the colours are. Had a happy morning and felt myself smiling as D seemed to be around.
Then came home to some sorting…
