Visit to a Dying Friend

 I got up early and drove to visit a dying friend to say goodbye and tell her I love her. She's not afraid, and accepts the end with grace.

Once home I took the dog for a walk and saw this shining masterpiece behind the yuccas in the driveway. It seemed a sign.

Then I happened on the bird, and they both spoke to me: This is how it is; this is how it ends. There is beauty; there is death. And they are intertwined in ways mysterious and profound. 

I will think about today for a long time to come.