It might be yesterday, or it might be several months ago, or I might as well be existing at some point in the future. This is to say: sometimes I’m not sure how people carry on when their worlds fold up and cease to be recognisable, cease to be liveable. People are so good at carrying on
I think people carry on because there are people like you who notice the live and beautiful things around us.
I nearly wept at this! Goodness, and how kind, and thank you even though thank you doesn't seem like quite the right thing to say.