October Mornings

They come for a bath most evenings around six, the bluebird babies so fast growing up. It tickles me so to see them, the way they fuss and frolic, yammering on with each other about this and that, holding court with the finches, the sparrows, the wrens, the...

Day 20: When Morning Comes

I came to consciousness slowly, with a civility that’s absent on alarm clock mornings. It feels so wonderful to lie here, I thought. The sheets so soft; the blanket just right; his warm hand resting, peaceful, on mine. Don’t move, I whispered, sensing him...

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