The leaves all dance. Some times I watch mesmerized as they twirl and some times I swerve my car
they tricked me
they had legs
they were alive
they looked like
I write to you from a tiny window of time - at the kitchen counter, quiet but for James Vincent McMorrow and Ivy's soft breathing. She fell asleep on the floor and the boys are not yet home. This is my grand opening.
I'll probably wash dishes, but only because I want to and I like this song.
Note the stove clock and his baffling hours and minutes. Where did this day go? I am in a good place, but still. Another one slipped away.
Tonight will be good. I'll have cookies ready when the bus comes, and we'll eat leftovers for dinner. It will be easy.
I glance at the table and I'm really glad I bought those two sunflowers at the grocery store.
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