Today is windy. The thawed, muddy earth is restless.
Spring is here, slowly creeping forward.
Today there is nothing to be done. It's a work-free Saturday in April. The cats laze in windows while I sit on the couch and she does a puzzle.
Today is not notable. None of the many life explosions that we will face, will we face today. They will come another time.
Today, I look over at her. Her concentration is unwavering, her gaze fixed on that missing piece that just can't seem to find a home.
Today, I can't look away. She is content, beautiful, strong, smart. All that, with ease, and she chose me.
She looks up. "What?" She smiles, knowing full well that I was staring.
"what?" I respond. She laughs, for the millionth time, and it makes me float, for the millionth time.
Today, I'm home.
Apr 27, 2019
Apr 27, 2019 at 1:43 PM UTC
Today is windy. The thawed, muddy earth is restless.
Spring is here, slowly creeping forward.
Today there is nothing to be done. It's a work-free Saturday in April. The cats laze in windows while I sit on the couch and she does a puzzle.
Today is not notable. None of the many life explosions that we will face, will we face today. They will come another time.
Today, I look over at her. Her concentration is unwavering, her gaze fixed on that missing piece that just can't seem to find a home.
Today, I can't look away. She is content, beautiful, strong, smart. All that, with ease, and she chose me.
She looks up. "What?" She smiles, knowing full well that I was staring.
"what?" I respond. She laughs, for the millionth time, and it makes me float, for the millionth time.
Today, I'm home.
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