About an hour ago I got up to let the dogs outside, and I immediately knew something was wrong. The first thing I see when I get to the patio doors is Ms. Sun.
Ms. Sun was not in her spot, and I saw the shards of her across the ground.
Last week I said that things were just things. And that I can give away a lot of things. But I would never have given away that colorful sun that’s been with me for so long.
Last summer it was the cobalt blue bird bath. I suppose a squirrel tipped it over. And that was hard because I loved that bird bath. I loved that the yard birds came to that bird bath often.
But seeing Ms. Sun in shards was worse. Whenever I would go out there, I’d look to that spot and it seemed she would smile back at me.
Now there is a round spot on the fence, a discoloration, where she hung. And I shall have to figure out something so I won’t see that instead.
I told myself it was an inanimate object, yet in the shower I cried over the loss of it. I guess I hadn’t realized how much it meant to me. Funny how some things just capture your heart.