Writing Grief and Joy

Mortal processes have beginnings, I suppose, but grief and joy have no necessary ends.  Feeling develops, sensation warps and bends in time.  Perspective changes everything if I allow my own re-planting and wonder at my own growth.  The fall of shadow moves through a day and under the moon too and around a calendar and when the story is written the calendar stretches indefinitely in a brazen challenge to mortality.