Have you ever been going somewhere, and just looked at the houses, and wonder about the people that live there? Wonder about the events that have happened in that house, in their lives? The happiness, the fun, the laughter and the tears? The sadness, the despair that can be masked behind a manicured lawn and a picket fence?
I always tend to lean to the happy, because that is my basic nature.
Right now, I'm so sad because of Willy's situation, that now, I look at the houses and wonder most about the sadness that the occupants have had to deal with. I know that my mood is temporary. I know I'll get my feet back under me.
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