Some hugs are different. Not so much a greeting or a sign of affection. They are more like the hug of a drowning person holding on to a life preserver. Afterwards,  I stood alone outside looking for my breath. Looking up the sky gifted its whisper. But why the specific whisper I heard as I felt like a life preserver, I do not know. Perhaps yet another bookmark to return to another day. Perhaps to just accept the whisper as it is. No need to return later if I keep it before me…like a life preserver. And, smile, maybe that is the whisper….