Friday, January 18, 2008

gray day

7:15 and the world is gray - gray and white and wet. the snow has turned to rain, and a steady trickle is dancing on the sill outside the glass. buddy sprawls at my feet, sam's gone to sleep with libby. even Beloved is back in snoring slumber, soothed by sound and sex.

there's a two hour delay this morning, no one need stir before eight o'clock. i am alone in this delicious decadence, held captive by the richness of this hour.

all my intentions to DO evaporate.

i settle next to buddy, pull a blanket over us both. he sighs and stirs and smiles. i drink my coffee. i watch the white mist drift across the faces of the snow-laced trees, and thank the Gracious Goddess that this hour has come to me.

and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.


Stacie said...

it's gray here too, but snowy and frozen.

Judy Vars said...

Ah a gray day how lovely

KentuckyGal said...

I love those gray, cuddly, comfy, cozy days ... when all is right (ok, except the war), but when all seems right in our own little corners of the universe. FYI, I followed you here from CafeMom. :)

Rural Writer said...

Your a fantastic writer. I was with you for a moment, thank you.