Fog wrapped all that was there in thickest grey. It appeared I was in front of a vast ocean at the end of the world. Small waves of grey salt water moving towards the house, hypnotic, infinite; Reminding me of the world out beyond the tunnel of caring for my dying husband.

We each have “our world”, the one we create within our communities, work place, families. Most people I know have lived within their world a very long time…