Edges

The beauty of the world has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder.

~Virginia Woolf, A Room of One's Own, 1929


We're driving to Maine today for a remembrance gathering to honor the memory of our friend B who left us last year. It will be a day of salty tears and laughter mingling in the clear, cold coastal air.

For the Record,
This day came in sunny and cold. Very cold temperatures expected tonight.