time passages

Very late last night, lights also on in neighboring houses, I finished another pair of socks. Deliberately chosen for their bright and cheerful colors.

I gaze at them in the sun's light this morning, can't capture the glow with the camera. Just a touch of illumination from the east. Comfort socks. We learn yesterday that the girlfriend of the young man who took his life last week, took hers. She jumped off the Rio Grande Gorge Bridge on Monday night. The news came after her love's burial on Tuesday.

The Rio Grande Gorge Bridge is 650 feet above the river, the sixth tallest bridge in the United States. There have been many suicides through the years. When you jump, death is guaranteed. Two young people in the last two weeks. There is no explanation, no words to assuage the grief, tragedy, finality and waste that has occurred. All I can do is write and knit and wonder about destiny as I approach a birthday many decades more than their ages. How do their families cope? Why don't walls of protection made from love work anymore?