Your Tone

Everything is hard, now, confusing and out of our control.

But we walked along the river today, and the cherry trees are in full bloom, and we each found a four-leaf clover in the grass, and the magnolia trees stretched along the houses, and the breeze off the East River was mild, the water glittering in blissful oblivion, and do you know for a moment, my lungs were full of air, my cheeks were full of smiles, for a short moment we sat there in the sunshine and it was like all of it was easy.

And like control was never something we wanted to begin with.