It feels like I am losing my voice. I realized this morning it is because my heart is now frequently located in my throat, occupying most of the room in my neck. I felt it contract when I dropped Indigo off at school and watched a particularly bright and shiny little girl get out of the car in front of us, her rainbow colored bow struggling to hold back a torrent of black curls, her smile the smile of innocence. Then I paid particular attention to all the children walking into school, each of them a bright light, and my eyes got wet with the joy of it all. And the sad knowledge of the impermanence of it all.

That is the last time I listen to Tears for Fears that early in the morning.