Grief is upon me

Grief is upon me today. It accompanied me down the stairs into the kitchen. I looked out the window and saw the hawk; in the tree hiding in the foggy damp air. 

 Grief appears like the hawk did, without warning, and sneaky. The grief I feel is not one thing, like the fog it is many things. Wet and damp everywhere, I try to wipe it off but find another spot. I sit down and the place I sit is wet and heavy. 

 Then I learn, if I wait, the sun will find me. Warm me up, fill me with light, give me some sense of where I am, who I am. The sun will come eventually, but I must wait. Today I wait.