I am impressed as to what a tear can make in one’s day. Is it a tear of sorrow, a tear of rejoicing, or of some other moment of a life experience. Though I have had many moments of sorrow and rejoicing throughout my life, I can neither recall or disclaim a bad teat day.
Today I speak of a bottle of tears, fake tears I hope, but when my eyes feel heavy and with discomfort, I can reach for a bottle of tears and relief is a drop ahead.
A tear, a liquid of relief.