vacation, that is.
it dawned late and dark, it seemed. snuggled under the quilts with Beloved, i noticed it didn't get light until nearly six o'clock. this morning the light is gold, the mist is steaming off the ponds. i hear the geese calling overhead and the crows screaming in the trees. the heat of my coffee mug feels especially welcome today.
tomorrow my youngest daughter begins her first day of tenth grade. tomorrow baby jake comes to stay.
this morning the world seems still as a swimmer poised before the plunge.
and furthermore, the war must end. blessed be.