this morning, when i walked the puppies, the stars were back. orion was stretched across the sky above the trees, the full moon shone through the not-yet-bare branches. if the trees had been in full leaf, i wouldn't have seen her. on our second time out, the palest blue of dawn was streaking the eastern sky, orion still visible but fading, the moon gleamed like a klieg light behind the trees.
it is my routine, every morning, to walk the dogs while Beloved makes their breakfasts and my coffee. he thinks it's a terrible chore i have... outside at the earliest of hours, rain or shine, cold or hot.
he doesn't know how much i savor that first full blast of day. the world is sometimes silent, sometimes noisy, the sky is sometimes cloudy, sometimes clear. it is the moment when i pause and step into the world. i bless my puppies, actually, who drag me out of bed each morning. Beloved thinks i'm crazy.
i think i'm really, really lucky.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.