Unstoppable tears
Edward had season tickets to the symphony. He had not missed a performance in twelve years. He also attended the theatre regularly, and he knew intimately each piece in the art museum. As he took his daily walk he took great joy in everything he saw. Each sunset he watched as though it was the most spectacular thing he had ever seen. Edward lived a life of joy and appreciation of all beauty.
Once, while sitting on a bench in the park overlooking the little lake he suddenly began to cry. It was not the geese and swans that brought on his emotional release, though they were indeed beautiful to behold. Nor was it the majestic large cottonwood trees lining the opposite shore. They were bathed in the light of the setting sun and a very light breeze set their leaves to shimmering, but he saw this almost daily. There seemed to be a beautiful melody playing in his mind, but it was not this that brought forth the tears.
There were no memories playing themselves out in his mind, in fact his mind was empty. He had not been thinking about anything when he was overcome. His tears were not those of sadness, nor those of joy. They just seemed to suddenly come of their own accord. Edward’s body was completely at rest and not in pain. He could not understand why he was crying. Wiping his tears with his hand, more tears issued…
