smokingboot | Wild Horses

So last night I couldn't go to the meeting. I sat in the front room, while the sun set until my husband came in and remarked on me sitting alone in the dark. And my mind wasn't fearful about next week, it was just empty. But he turned up with light and warmth and laughter and made things OK, though last night the door rapped when there was no-one there.

Two days from now is the anniversary of my Aunt's death.

And this morning I learn of something more important than my fears. Transpires my bright and lovely cousin has breast cancer, requiring 6 months of chemo followed by masectomy.

I'm calling this Wild Horses because that chorus is all I can hear in my head right now.