One More Day
One more day to stay in my pajamas, just a little bit longer. To sleep in as late as Ollie will let me. To rest.
One more day before the new year really begins. To gather strength.
Ollie and I stuck mostly to familiar paths this past week, both home and in my hometown. We walked gingerly on icy New Hampshire sidewalks and slowly on ones at home, allowing us time to take things in—Ollie his smells, me the clear, quiet air. Most of the time, we walked alone.
The world’s grown quiet as the holidays have passed and things get bad again. Not as bad. But bad.
One more day not to think about that.
Gray, foggy, and still quiet. One more day.
Sundry Wonders: One More Day
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