Common Denominator

Stretching and shaking in an evening dusk, listening to sounds of country-western music, saddened verses being sung as guitars strum people's hearts of sorrow. Tenderly letting them know that others also feel their pain, reaching out to one and all, satisfying the lone- liness together. Knowing the emptiness will never be filled again, yet there are others feeling the same things, a common de- nominator of grief. One that can never be shared totally, but can be lightly touched upon, like a hand upon the shoulder of another's heart in a caring and compassionate way.