The cold bites tonight and word on the street is it's going to get colder. Twenty below on the hill and dropping. I'm digging in.
I haven't been around much. A string of sad news brought me inside and asked me to listen. The week was scribbled with an optimist to-do, tweets, text and photo edits. There were closets to purge, plane outfits to pick and ends to tie. And all that busy came to a screeching halt, suspended, until my wind came back.
In step with the high pitch of an intense few days, memory circled lines from a dust covered journal:
In the smash of dreams
Against the busyness of hours
I carry orange blossoms tenderly
Finding that reminded me I'd been holding my breath.
Feeling much better today, I wanted to tell you I've missed you and I'm glad we share this space.