Little Cats' Feet

[ink_ling]

The fog lay against our loft windows this morning like worn gauze. You could just make out the obscured traffic and street lights through it. A wall of soft gray.

It made me think of my father's phrase, The morning will burn it off. And I didn't want it, too. I wanted to lie back on the couch, in 7 a.m. silence, and watch its uniformity unravel

Comments

[kdotdammit]

Lovely.

[ink_ling]

Thank you. :) If I had nothing to do, I could feel myself becoming a morning person!

[shawnsyms]

I miss you!
xo

[ink_ling]

I was talking about you, so warmly, with a colleague over lunch today. I've still got a plot to see you this year!

[vianegativa]

Well said

[ink_ling]

Thanks! :) I love grays.

[champdaddy]

[ink_ling]

Haha! Ohmygod! I just saw this, early morning, in the college library and nearly lost all professional credibility by gufFAWing all over the screen! Haha!

Thank you, Bub: That's exactly what I needed to start my day! *hug*