Equivocalness wrestled in my soul.
I was musing a forecast that was predicting a hot, sunny day.
Just as we filed out of the church doors, concluding a beautiful service, the sun began to shine and heat up the day.
The contrasts created in the clarity and shadows followed us to the graveside.
A few days before Mother moved into my home I bought a black dress, then I set about searching shoe departments every time I went out hoping to find a pair of red shoes. I remember the day I came home with my acquisition. I opened the box to show them to my mother and her delight in their bright cherry red color brought me happiness too.
This was probably the last time I had of sharing this sort of moment with my mother.
Black dresses and red shoes will forever stir certain feelings in me.
