Tears overflowed, and throughout the years I see curveballs when I least suspect. Here another curveball. My life is in shambles. One piece explodes and the whole vessel breaks.
My response to life is to turn, drive until I can’t see anymore, drive until my life straightens out, or drive until I’m done with life.
I drive and the tears as dark curtains on my eyes.
I stop and sit.
I look up as my soul fills with tears as the heavens fill the earth.
I stop, I park, I get out and walk in the rain, to move and think.
I look up and before me appears and my grandmother with her soft face and the touch of her wrinkled hands on my face then her voice breaks through,
“Baby, always find the tulips, tulips. In spring comes new beginnings.”
I then see her smile with the twinkle in her eye, and then she says “But if they’re red, baby, that is someone out there looking to love you,” and with her finger pointed to the sky she adds,
“there is love, there is love.”
Then she ends with a wet kiss.