And it was cool, and dank, and the air was thick with it. The clouds lay low like in Scotland, and the air was full of tumult and movement. Life lately, too. This week, tears have come as comfort, and in the thickness of the days, and the sorrow of earth, hope has bounded up still. On top of the movement of life---the tensions, the conversations, the loss, the laughs---up has bounded this small parcel which can't be avoided. Joy. It opened before me as my cousin's uncontrolled smile at the end o…
