I arrived home after a long, menial workday. The grayish vibration of the furniture hinted at my despair.
I sank onto the couch as it swallowed me whole. I turned on the TV and spent the evening pacing back and forth between the living room and kitchen.
My dog came barking—it was time for her walk. Ho, how I resented her at that moment. It was as if my feelings manifested into a physical creature.
The park was composed of muddy grass, leafless trees, and weary groups of people.
A bowled-haired child, no more than five years old, rushed at us. “Can I pet him please?” he murmured. “Actually, he is a she,” I said as a smile crept across my face.
What divine beam of light penetrated my darkness? What healed my vices with such softness?