a reason to cry

I've had a quiet day. A lot of piddly, needed things accomplished. I had a lot of alone time, which I relish.

I did some errands for my Aunt Jill's school board campaign, I went for a bike ride, I went to this movie, had a nice conversation with my Handsome Randy & I visited my grandpa.
I arrived home at an early hour for me. It was just past 10pm, the night was young. But I was tired and sort of, meh, so I wandered up to the bedroom to read my book. I ended up finishing it.
The Last Days of Dogtown by Anita Diamant. The last pages left me weeping, nearly inconsolably so that I had to put the book down for a moment and have a good cry. This is not monumental; I cry a lot. Reading the paper (you may remember This Post), television shows, even witnessing a touching sight often moves me to tears. But the intensity of this cry was curious.

I was reading this book, this touching moment was happening & I cried. I cried a lot. And while the book was indeed that moving, I felt as though I was really crying for other things. My day was relatively unremarkable, there were a few emotional twists and turns in regards to friendships and family, albeit minor. I resist plans, which often leaves me to talking things out to myself. I did this over the course of my day running errands, bike riding & such. So perhaps I was crying on behalf of all of the things I had thought out, or perhaps it was the solitude of my day, the absence of my handsome partner in crime, or maybe, just maybe, I simply needed a reason to cry.

xoxx

Today I cried at Valvoline Oil Change.

This is why.

I was reading the metro section while we waited for the oil on The Blaze to be changed. I was struck by the photo attached to this article and as I read the article I welled up (which is not that uncommon) and soon was silently crying. Nobody else knew in the room, not even Handsome Randy.

It was the last sentence that got me.

xoxx