Amidst a glimmer of sunshine, the dog and I went for a walk.
Not much to see.
Rather a lot of litter.
But when we looked closely, there were the signs of hope.
Millie's eye is better. Just as well, given the song and dance created at eye-drop time.
Everything moves on.
It's been a whole three years since I went off sick from work, in a state that I can hardly bear to think about: did I really hold down a responsible position in such physical and emotional exhaustion? It would be a further nine months of heartache before I was allowed to retire.
I feel like a different person nowadays. Not my old self, but a new self, stronger, calmer, grounded. Signs of hope at every turn.