Morning Sun and Cloud

I still talk to Gloria, at times.  She doesn't reply back, of course.

So this morning, on a relatively early morning walk, but not before dawn or sunrise, indeed somewhat after sunrise, there was a lovely pattern in the clouds because of the pattern of the clouds, and the sun shining through the holes in between them.  So I pointed that out to Gloria.  After all, it no longer matters that she doesn't do mornings well.  She doesn't have to do mornings at all.  Time doesn't mean the same thing to her, in eternity, as it does to us.  So I'm not disturbing her by pointing out early morning sky patterns.

So then, thinking about all of that, I cried and cried.  And I'm crying dictating this.