there is a rhythm to this daily trek. an opening to the spring beneath the surface. there are moments to savor. the contrast of morning route (hair wet, and occasionally freezing, still; flung scarf, knitted with love; ear-buds to continue the wake-up ritual, or perhaps maintain the dreams?) to evening (coat across arm; hair flying to the wind; plotting nighttime perspectives, or delinquencies; knowing the cats will be waiting at the door).
there is a calming to this space, shortened by time, elongated by night. let's join in the calming. let's join in the breathing. let's keep the journey open