“As I walk through the redwood trees, my sneakers sopping up days of rain, I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes, when grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.”
“I wonder why bereaved people even bother with mourning clothes when the grief itself provides such an unmistakable wardrobe.”
“Eventually, I manage to cheer Mum up by allowing her to go through my wardrobe and criticize all my clothes...”
“I wake up in that state of grief when you can tell you've been mourning even in your sleep.”
“Are the days of winter sunshine just as sad for you, too? When it is misty, in the evenings, and I am out walking by myself, it seems to me that the rain is falling through my heart and causing it to crumble into ruins.”
“''Generally, the rain is the thing which makes everything in my life nicer than it is. Love, sleep, long walks with beloved... I’m just wondering, why it’s not raining anytime when I have dinner with my mother… ”