blue nights

Do not dwell on what’s lost, rather fear what we’re still to lose.

I am momentarily overwhelmed, but I am sure that later I will be glad that I read it. I think that my reading was a kind of rehearsal for real future sadness and aging, the coming grief.

I made the mistake of really delving into this on the day my boyfriend left for a week-long business trip. Okay, so you can't really compare that to losing your spouse and child within a year's time, but it helped bring home the idea of loneliness and vulnerability Didion expresses so...I can't come up with an adequate enough adjective here. I've never actually read any of her fiction, but I love the power she has with words. Beautiful.