red circles bocce queen

There is some kind of moral in this. Or not a moral but a fact. Things go missing. They just disappear. You invest your whole being in not losing something and still, incredibly, against all odds, you lose it. The more you covet something, the more certain it is that you'll lose it, and the more devastating this loss will be when it happens - which it will. So that's how it was now, that was the world - glaring, unfocused, harsh, blurred - through which I would pass like a ghost. No photograph could ever show the world as it appeared to me through those sunglasses.

Spent all day in the outside, in a beautiful afternoon of bocce and roses. The bocce balls were like whirling blue and red universes clinking into one another. For twelve hours I felt every single moment of my life pass.