Luckily For the Lovelorn

Luckily for the bereft grieving through darkness alone dawn is abundantly deft at its medicinal tone. When a new morning appears, duty abruptly commands focusing thoughts on careers and some routinized demands. During distressing ordeals, structural chores are, of course spokes on restorative wheels, turning with rhythmical force . . . Multiple labors assigned (whether unique or mundane) comfort the crestfallen mind like an elixir for pain. Physical efforts promote pleasing endorphins to rise. Mental endeavors demote misery’s spirit and size. Affable people abound, sharing benevolent goals. Meaningful purpose is found, forged in incredible roles. Muscular hearts can attest circular time is renowned for its centrifugal zest, helping the lovelorn rebound! E. V. Wyler