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THE MYSTERY OF TEARS
I have often been enamored with the magic…the mystery of tears…how all tears look the same whether they flow from our laughter…our sorrow or our fears.
If only tears were color-coded so when they begin to rain…we’d know if they were tears of joy…tears of sorrow…tears of pain…
They saw her up ahead on one of their many walks along the sand…she was sitting at the water’s edge…her head resting in her hands.
Her shoulders seemed to be shaking…her legs were intertwined…the ocean waves had reached her ankles…but she didn’t seem to mind.
They wondered…should they go to her or stay away…for often they have found…some tears flow more freely when there’s no one else around.
They noticed the blueness of her tears and though their meaning was unclear…they thought, perhaps, the color blue meant she’d like to have them near.
She forced a smile as they approached…as teardrops filled her eyes…
“I love to come to the ocean,” she said, “whenever I feel the need to cry.”
“Whenever I feel sad or lonely…it’s the one place I can be…where every tear I cry finds a home within the sea.”
They hoped anyone passing by…would somehow understand…what the three of them were doing at the water’s edge…sitting in the sand.
Why two of them were giving silent comfort…waiting patiently…
for the other’s tears to make their slow decent and blend into the sea.
