Summer wind
This has been the warmest January I can remember. The ground is dry, the dirty old piles of snow have withered away, and the wind doesn't make my nose freeze.
I had a dream last night that Karim had disappeared. His Mother and I went to his house in the woods and we walked through his rooms. In the dream I cried over his paintings, and I ate chocolates that were for another woman. They were filed with wine and they burned my tounge.
Today is a day off. The Groceries are bought, the floor is swept and scrubbed, the dishes are on their way to being done. My world is quiet and smells like clorox and pesto.
I had a dream last night that Karim had disappeared. His Mother and I went to his house in the woods and we walked through his rooms. In the dream I cried over his paintings, and I ate chocolates that were for another woman. They were filed with wine and they burned my tounge.
Today is a day off. The Groceries are bought, the floor is swept and scrubbed, the dishes are on their way to being done. My world is quiet and smells like clorox and pesto.