I am wide awake and alone.
With a single gentle fingertip, I trace the smoother line I know by heart.
A long line of damage and then repair.
Smaller wider arcs of smoothness I have also memorized and can find in the dark.
My single gentle fingertip dances over the smoother lines.
They are seated directly behind me, three men of the boyish sort.
They are perhaps 18 or 19 years old, none of them old enough to wear the alcohol wristband for which they would have had to show ID.
Which means that no ID was required to purchase the pot they have recently smoked.
…Tiny Tim of Snare
Maj recently took a babysitting class.
She learned all kinds of good stuff . . . none of which is appropriate when dealing with a younger sibling.
So today . . . Maj’s response to my suggestion that she use her new-found skills when dealing with Kallan:
Are you kidding me, Mother?
1) …Unmoved and unpaused
A walk through the woods with my daughter.
A well-marked path.
A step out of time.
Out of time.
With my daughter.
In the shadows and the cool, amongst the trees and the ferns, along the winding path . . . we walk. Sunlight filters through a million leaves and sparkles against the water …Velvet walls