For walks in sharp air under salmon-scaled skies
laughter, a much smaller hand tucked in mine
Family I’ll choose every day of my life.
I found inspiration for this poem over a hot cup of peachy green tea. My office shares the same four walls as my bedroom, so I get to appreciate the beauty of my life–all of it. My work. My leisure. Books balanced on walnut-stained shelves. Scents of clean linen and printed paper comfort me. Tapestry, framed photos, my daughter’s artwork embrace me.
It’s winter in the Northern Hemisphere. It’s the blue month. The sad month. The month when we miss the sun most.
But.
I am grateful.
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