I had to reblog Keira’s post in order to comment. This has been a strange January for me/us as well. Youngest daughter married to a wonderful man. Sigh that all is well. Two thaws and rain like Windsor spring/fall. Change is in this fog and it fogs my glasses and my mind. Roller coaster emotions with FN/Ab issues and the response … sometimes vitriolic … sometimes bonding… But read Keira’s words. She blesses us with her prose … her music of words.
A fog-laden wind sifts through tree boughs to the northwest. Into my left ear the presto drip of snowmelt on metal roof is punctuated by a random slide, thunk of heavier stuff pulled to ground. On my lap, the steady, thundering purr of kitten.
The dark outside is thick with visible air, like stirred winter stew. It feels almost balmy after these minus 29 degree days so I’m tempted to stay out… but no. To inside, under thick blankets. To listen, not look.
And here, like a gift, like a soul’s massage, is the heavy rain.
It’s been travel travel for me these past weeks, through the bustling silence of January 2013. Not what I had expected. The first month of the year in this place has always had the sensibility of a well-caught breath. For me it’s always held the promise of a month of stacked, not…
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