almost

this morning i open the window, then lie in bed and watch esme wash her nose. it's raining, and we can hear the mourning doves.

i read a story from this collection. ("theo" - a quiet story about a giant who falls in love with a mountain)

stretch and let ben and esme out onto the back porch, where windows wait. a cup of water.

i wash my hands with this soap.

i wash my face with white clay.

i open the window there, too and esme jumps into it and together we watch the robin on the neighbour's roof.

i make breakfast: yogurt with sliced apple, then a bowl of oatmeal and two brown eggs. but what i really want is a piece of cake.

i find this photograph by cloudsfollower and i fall in love and think of the story from this morning.

there is still snow on the ground.

a pause again tomorrow...

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Comments

[shari]

such a beautiful photograph. so quiet. your posts are always so calming. hope you are well jerusha. xox

[gracia]

I like the sounds very much of that quiet story of the giant... grache xx

[fiona robyn]

glad you are well, thank you for writing.