I am tired and fighting illness. My hands are dry. I am happy and dreaming of heat. My feet are cold. I am wearing long underwear that I’ve had since junior high. My eyes see blue sky and the ever-so-subtle sway of birch branches. I am listening to Califone.
Soon, I will be on the couch, napping or finishing a quilt. But now, I am here, searching for words.
Where are you, dear reader, on this icy blue day?
Scaling mountains, maybe, skis strapped to your back.
Sitting in a cozy coffee shop, sipping a steaming latte.
Walking a giant dog, frozen grass crunching under your feet.
Driving across miles, music in your ears.
Still no words.
Stay on the seat a minute more.
Something will come.
A bird alighting on the window sill.
A ring of the door bell.
Or maybe nothing.
I choose the nap…