The sadness in his fleeting eyes is immense. I barely recognized him, watching him in the mirror facing me by the light of a burning candle. Sadness that until then had been hidden from him, but his long life must have been visible to everyone, I imagine.
Now that the all-burning fire of his anger dissolves in solitude and goes out in a mirror of dark water, he finds himself, alone and vulnerable, as he imagined in the times of the raging flames of his inability to relax.
Now is the time to move forward! Finally, he understands the significance of the crack in the wall in his room, which has been towering from the floor for more than ten years by not being so white plaster to the ceiling.
Changes often come unannounced it seems and at a time when it is no longer expected, but will he have the strength and courage to push through to the end and get used to a life no longer governed by anger and sorrow?
