But Still

[silk_noir]

FreakShow is wandering around in the back yard in her jeans and her new green & white striped shirt, wearing her sister's old pink cowboy boots ("Cow girl!"), blowing bubbles. Birds are singing from time to time. The dog--if you can imagine a german shepard the color of a potato chip--is roaming about, sometimes bounding, sometimes nosing soberly corners and leaf drifts. SpouseMan and I watch from the sliding door, my head on his shoulder.

Somehow, it'll be okay.