Normally, who would want to be outside?
Yet, the golds and reds of autumn painted against a gray sky created a kind of peaceful seclusion, isolating me from the rest of the world.
I love the feel of the rich, damp earth.
I leaned against the tree, thinking where I would plant an azalea. I looked around at the drooping vines, lifeless hostas, and scattered leaves on the chilled ground.
Then a thought came to me.
We feel happiness.
Why should we not feel pain?
If we feel pain, we are alive.
And being alive is wonderful.
Because on a dismal day you can plant a tulip bulb.
It will lay lifeless and dormant below the cold earth.
But it’s really alive. It’s just waiting for its moment.