The cat waits knowing I am leaving for the day. “Will she remember to call my name and say ‘Bye bye!’” she thinks.
An 18 year-old shyochu bottle sits upon a shelf. It was my company’s bottle kept. One step closer to closure.
Passing this sign on my walk to work. “Stark” comes to mind. All of my life I have loved nature’s ominous backdrop of foreboding grey.
Tonight the waves sound like a train from my bedroom. On Saturday I’ll comb this beach once more…
“It is well. It is well with me.”