There are times when I work and sweat and trigger good little endorphins and when the light of the fading day is cheerful, making me look forward to the next morning’s dawn . . . Heck, maybe it’s the barometric pressure. But anyway, there are times when I can think maybe that most wonderful thing will happen. I delay talking sense to myself because for those few moments of delicious hope and great cheer, I feel so very good. And I am so happy that tears come to my eyes . . . and then I can tell myself, AmeliaJake, that won’t be . . . because those tears in my eyes can also carry away the stress hormones of sadness. So it is an ache, and for a little while, not a bring-you-to-your-knees pain.