Window Over The Sink

This was first on the Window in April of 2022, and again in 2024. It's an April-like post, but like now, it was a time of changing, of sorrow and dance, of loss and worry. As when I first wrote it, our family is getting used to yet another loss--it hasn't been a good year. I hope you won't mind reading it again. I've always known what the word ephemeral meant, but I've never used it--possibly because I didn't know how to spell it and I'm not completely sure of its pronunciat