It was late afternoon. The sky held that brittle quality of early November—pale, poised between light and rain. Children’s voices were distant, sharp as bells. Janet watched them and felt both anger and longing: anger at the world for continuing, longing because the world’s insistence meant she didn't have to stop existing.
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The "lost" feeling is often the first step toward a new direction. Final Reflections It was late afternoon
If you’re reading this, it means I’m being my usual fool and leaving breadcrumbs in case of small catastrophes. You always laugh at me for planning so much—there’s a reason. I love you the way people hold onto the rail of a ship in rough seas: tightly, not because it's elegant, but because I’m not willing to be carried away. Janet watched them and felt both anger and
Janet Mason — More Than a Mother, Part 4: Lost (Free)