It’s dark now and I am very tired. I love you, always. Time is nothing.
We turn the clocks back and mayhem quietly ensues. The dog wants dinner in the early afternoon, I put up three non-traditional lighted birch trees because it’s going to be dark for months now, and my sleep schedule falls apart.
All this, and it’s only been twenty-four hours.
I spend an hour or so in the solitude and silence around two o’clock this morning downloading and reading samples on my Kindle. Sleep returns eventually, and stays briefly. I wake from a dream in which a large bird has me wrapped in the embrace of its vibrating wings.
Coffee. It’s going to be a long day.