Before Dawn

Waiting for water to boil for my tea, I look over the top of the window blind toward the eastern sky. The darkest days are behind us; I can do that now. Above the silhouette of the hills floats a small cloud formation. I watch as it grows increasingly smaller then disappears completely in the

On the Way Home

I’m praying as I’m driving. I often do. Alone in my car, I whisper petitions and, sometimes, speak aloud the longings of my heart for those I love. More often, my prayers are deep and silent, offered in the fugue-likeness of autopilot driving. Today, I’m praying for someone I love who is struggling, reminding the