A Razor's Edge

It is not often realized that between two opposite things lies a razor's edge. It could be love and hate, faith and unbelief, or happiness and sadness. I was sick for a long time thinking of your departure. Sadness is a disease, it leaves a bad taste, a despair for better things. A fever that burns the soul. Then I decided to take a different path. I found myself afar from lands forlorn into a sunlit sacred valley. I felt irrational happiness, don't ask me why it could have been the sun coming out suddenly out of dark rain filled clouds. Or the smell of freshly baked Italian lasagne my mother had prepared, to be wolfed up with a ruby spring scented wine. In the end who cares why? I am so happy now.