Totality
“Oh what a world…”
Feeling restive and unconnected, I cleaned up. On Wednesday, I stood in the dewy grass out front and stared up at the inky sky. I watched the dusky, red-shadowed moon. The night was very quiet. I had to keep moving my head, shifting my view, because the newly-bare tree branches formed a black lace, over the eclipse.
Tonight I was…adrift. I got creative with my supper — and it actually turned out ok. Afterwards, I sat in the quiet for a while.
Then I made a cinnamon swirl coffee cake and some chocolate pudding for everyone. I feel so domestic. Halfway through my treat-making festival, I poured myself a glass of wine. I’m still sipping it now.
And thinking about the times we don’t get back…and the total number of moments we have.
It’s been a helluva year.