Monday, April 11, 2011

April showers

The sky is baby-blanket gray this morning.  When I walked the puppies first thing this morning, my winter jacket finally felt too warm.  The air is moist, still and soft as a kiss. 

There are things that I could do today:  I have articles to write, emails to answer, phone calls to return.  But the heavy stillness and the silence call to me, to be equally silent, equally still.  I feel heavy and empty all at once - my bones feel too heavy for my skin; when I look down I am astonished that there is not a hole in place of my belly. 

I didn't think it would hurt quite so much. 

1 comment:

Walk in the Woods said...

Savor the stillness, Sweet Annie. As long as you can.