The Weekend

The Weekend (see in Gallery / Store)| Image by Bruce Harris

Lives spin all around. A friend searches for hotel rooms near a Chicago hospital. A multi-week stay with her leukemia-ridden forty-year-old son. Couples fray. Couples band together. Bodies ache as morning feet meet the floor, loosen by noon, and stiffen later into bed. The forecast says 100% rain. The sun burns it defiantly. Fishing line is cast, water still as a brimming tear. Nothing is caught. Clouds drift in, darken. The air cools. Waves rise. Thunder cracks across the lake. A blue streak marks the horizon. Gratitude drifts by in the dusk.