Things That Make Me Sad
-- Rainy days don't necessarily make me sad. The washing away of that top layer of city grime is usually refreshing. But the city is suitably gray, and I don't distinguish the fog through the window as it blurs into the fog in my head.
-- Admiring the beautiful suit on the back of a stranger, before I knew he was a defendant about to be sentenced to prison.
-- Dirty wet Santa, caught in the rain, shilling for a plumbing company, jaywalking across an empty downtown street.
-- Knowing that no matter what I do for her, I cannot give her the one thing she needs most of all: for things to be simply as they were before. It is out of my control and power. I cannot give her what she needs the most. No amount of effort on my part has allowed her again just to hear the world as it is. I know what it means to her. I know how it has changed her life.