Her wardrobe is almost exclusively black and white, but I did not notice this over the several months that I had known her. In fact, it wasn’t until that day when I was looking deeply into her eyes. She was grieving the death of a family member and needed someone to listen to her sorrow.
While she spoke of her loved one’s last hours tears brimmed over her lower lids and as I watched in empathy I almost expected her dark eyes to stain the tears and leave a trail on her cheeks. Her eyes were inky black. Solid black so that I could not discern the pupil from the iris. It was then that I noted the contrast of her white hair. At 78 she was beautiful in black and white.
“When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight. Some of you say, ‘Joy is greater than sorrow,’ and others say, ‘Nay, sorrow is the greater.’ But I say unto you, they are inseparable.” Khalil Gibran
Crooked Creek by Sue Mattingly 
Beautiful.
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What a powerful piece! And the comment about her eyes and hair— so descriptive.
The quote at the bottom is also food for thought. It touched my soul (remember that blog?) this morning. Have a good day.
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Lovely post, and a relevant quote in the end. Enjoyed it!!👍👍
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Beautifully written picture.
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