It was two days after the bright walk Marta and I had in the park. Early, dark morning. I had left Terje and Marta at home, Terje with a sore troat, Marta with fever and with the word swine flu flowing in my head. I drove downtown in darkness, parked my car and started walking towards my office. Dark weather, dark thoughts.
On my way I passed the Pilegrim Center. Most windows were dark, but a little light came shining out thought the chapel window. In my mind I walked in and said a prayer, for Marta, for Terje, for a few others close to me.
I walked on.......dark, wet leaves.
Then suddenly I stopped. These same leaves had looked so playful, jubilant, happy two days earlier. Why had they suddenly lost their magic?
The memory of a lovely week-end with Marta, my warm red boots, a day ahead at work.......
A smile spread on my face.
Thank you God for every day. Thank you God for everydays.
Then the office building was there, with a single light shining, a colleague working early.
My day felt right.
