Something quite unexpected has happened. It came
this morning early. For various reasons, not in themselves
at all mysterious, my heart was lighter than it had been
for many weeks... And suddenly, at the very moment when
so far, I mourned [her] least, I remembered her best.
Indeed it was something [almost] better than memory;
an instantaneous, unanswerable impression. To say it was
like a meeting would be going too far. Yet there was that
in it which tempts one to use those words. It was as though
the lighting of the sorrow removed a barrier.