The day after

I could hardly get out of bed this morning, but the boy cats would not suffer my human depression and insisted.

After a few household tasks, I opened the front door to check on MK who didn’t come home last night, and I heard birds singing. On a cold winter morning, before sunrise, the birds were singing. I stood in the open door, letting a ton of cold air pour in, listening to those birds and my heart lightened.

Oh, and MK did finally come in and is curled up on Terry’s office chair.

2 responses to “The day after

  1. I know what you mean… It’s been a horrific time in our lives. First the pandemic and now rioting and invading our capitol building. Beyond comprehension. Prayers for peace… take care!

  2. I hear you. So much to know about what, why, how.

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