Small todays, your tomorrows

We meet and lose people all the time, but only a few leave their marks. The aftermath of losing a piece of what feels your own flesh in the eyes of the 4 left behind "I'm hurling little joys against the greater sadness. The sadness is a giant weight. It presses down, it means:"What's the point?" "Drought brings out the worst in us and it's easy to hate your fellow human beings."