I just walked outside to smoke a cigar. My elderly neighbor is aimlessly tooling around in his front yard. He works constantly, but the yard never seems to improve. It reminded me of myself.
Dear man, you are a more stalwart soul than I, I thought as he pushed his wheel barrow through the yard. The weeds were ever growing and he had yet to pull them.
He looked up to find me smoking and waved. I waved back heartily. Life goes on in this small town like it always has. The shroud of the deep, dark past few days has lifted. Life once again gets back on track.