i woke to find Beloved and i alone with the puppies. libby was scarfed up by meg and taken on a shopping trip to Target to (finally) buy my birthday present (im all for extending the celebration) - and never brought home.
the rain was warm and wet,the sky lit by phantom flickers of lightning - a harbinger of summer's storms. buddy was terrified. now the sky is brightening and i can see the birch buds swelling on the branches outside my window. Beloved is napping off the affects of the morning's exertions.
the house is absolutely silent, broken only by the birds' chirping, the waterfall's gurgling. the sunlight shines silver through the thinning clouds. the day stretches out before me like a plate, each hour tantalizing with the hope of some delight. peaceful morning, a discussion group with laura, possibilities of readings and the hope of old friends, a dinner watching the yankee game, attended by not just one man, but two.
i have no idea when i will next see libby.
it occurs to me that even as one season offers glimpses of the next, this morning offers me a glimpse into another life that's coming, sooner than i can probably believe. one morning, some day soon, Beloved and i will wake, alone with the puppies, and there will be no one else expected home.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.