Today has been a long days journey into night…. a good day, work, talking with friends, making sure the dogs got plenty of exercise…. Then out in yard, weeding the garden, checking the plants, watering, and ending up soaked in sweat from the heat and humidity. Long hot shower… laying on the bed contemplating life., thinking, asking Alexa to play something by John Denver…. The song began, Sunshine on my shoulders makes me happy, sunshine in my eyes can make me cry…. sunshine…. the song made me think of my husband, of how long he’s been gone, and how much I still miss him. I gazed up at the wall and pondered over a crack that has been meandering along for months now, yet I haven’t patched it. I thought about the wall…. how smooth it used to be, how unblemished, how the soft green color made the room feel cool and peaceful. And now, this meandering crack has dared to mark the wall. My mind wandered, and as I often do, I created an analogy between the crack in the wall and life. It’s been six, no seven years since I lost him… seems like yesterday, seems like forever. That crack is like my life since he’s been gone. At times, it lies open and vulnerable, and at other times, it squeezes itself tight against the flow as if to stop the memories. This crack meanders down, down, slowly down, and then suddenly, it turns. As it turns, the crack grows smaller, thinner, less disturbing, as though time is beginning to mend the heart that remains broken, as if time can heal the hurt…. and yet still, a small glimmer of the past haunts me as the crack begins to run back up the wall, and suddenly stops. I can still feel his strong arms around me, see the sparkle in his eyes when he laughed, and know he loved me deeply. Life is a lot like that crack in the wall… You never know what twists and turns will come, and you’ll never know what lies ahead. Yet, sunshine on my shoulders still makes me happy. Sunshine in my eyes still makes me cry,…. and sometimes a crack in the wall is just a crack in the wall ~ unless you’re me, the girl with a never-ending imagination… Blessings, Susan