Quieting
It is quiet here on this pretty morning. The only sounds are birds, outside in the shine, and me moving about, getting ready for work. The passage of time is like silence: much more noticeable when you are alone in it. So many moments have quieted. So much has changed. Things started going bad on this day, last year…
Finished my coffee. I’m going to take a moment to pet the dog and cats, then shower and go to work.