There's enough.

I saw my sister recently, and that was good.  She drove way out of her way to see me for a night and a morning, and I felt the love, as they say.  Now I am full of thoughtfulness.  But outside my window the sky is suddenly the color of a ripe golden heirloom tomato, and the world has worse things in it but I don't need to worry about them so much.  There's enough.

I mean, some things are bad and sometimes the act of loving is painful because it comes with attachment and fear of loss.  But sometimes the individual moments are quite beautiful, really, they're sincere.  Having my sister come in to town and getting to walk around in the sunlight with coffee in hand, chatting happy about small things and listening to music in her car and playing with her dogs was a lovely lovely thing.  So I think about that right now and it makes me very happy.  I think the sad is because she left and because I realize now how much I've missed her, living far away from her for the last so many years.  Really, there's only been 9 months in the last 8 years when we've been close enough geographically to see each other regularly.