Her sadness seeped out and sat staring at her. Like a deepset mist that that stood thick in the air. It spread slowly on the chairs and the curtains. Over the stove and kettle. Around the terracota horse on the console table. Everything was weighted and sad.
Yet, outside it was a glorious day. Brilliant and bright, the world sparkled. The brightness cast a halo, neatly wrapped around her but could not penetrate any more.
Her sadness was a shield that deflected all light. Inside.