Flinch

You can be both. That’s the beauty of shelters and storms.

Just a moment.

The calm that endures.

Charm can hide a multitude of sins.

Rip out the old to make way for the new.

A kind of tired that grips the bones.

I need today to be soft. I need to ease into this year.

Content with wine and music and soft Christmas tree lights.

I’m ready to be swallowed by the bed.

Ready for the soft parts of winter.

Days of long shadows.

Autumn trails.

Bowing my head so I don’t hit the moon.

There’s no forgiveness here.

When staying is the very last thing you want to do.

Overcast skies are the perfect backdrop for coffee and books.

Dock naps are the best naps.

It’s too early to think of the how and the why.

Quietly waiting for autumn.

The clouds flirt, but the lake is having none of it.