Wednesday, June 13, 2007

Dribble, water and not alone.

1. He-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named lifts his teething nephew up high and gets dribble down the back of his neck.

2. Cool stream water in my sandals on a hot day.

3. When everything else is dark and quiet, when of all the windows I can see, only mine is lit, I get a text message from PaulV. Somewhere on the other side of town, he too is wakeful.

Watering cans, eating alone and settling down.

1. The grounding weight of my watering cans. 2. Our schedules mean that I eat supper alone in the peaceable, silent kitchen. 3. Now the chil...