My life is a wordless book right now. Its pages are full of scenes bright and vibrant, turning quickly. I flip back over them in my head trying to catch some details that I missed on the first look. Some pages are more blurry on the second go. And some images become more defined. Fall quickens the pace. The slow summer days are flung into a world where everything is hurrying to find its proper rhythm. There is life around every corner. And you think to turn to someone and show them autumn's first fallen chestnuts, but they aren't there.
And then this book fell into my lap. It is just the right sort of read when you need to be in the good company of those bereaved.