Happens with no warning

A beautiful day, rabbit in the snow in the yard, creation of a good and hearty mushroom soup, a lovely visit with a friend over lunch at the beautiful Tea House, return to a welcoming cat and a homecoming housemate...

...and here it comes again: an intensity of missing my beloved, with whom I want to share the mundane delights of the day, and cannot. I can certainly tell friends about it. But it is different from snuggling next to a dear one and transmitting those delights. And perhaps sharing the purrs of a cat draped over adjacent laps.

Still, the tears do not obliterate the delights of the day, but add themselves into the mix; they are also a part of this day.

Good night.