what i see. a computer table desperate for a tidy. the toyroom, post apocalyptic. the neighborhood out the window, waking in the early morning light. the cubbys- all empty (i miss their backpacks and jackets).
what i hear. the tapping of the keys as i type. the school bus making it's way through the rest of the neighborhood in it's diesel-ish way, a mockingbird- so far he's sung at least 12 different birdsongs, george- dumping his laundry basket over, looking for threads to wear, is that it? yes, it's quiet- what a rarity.
what i feel. chill because the space heater that was on behind me switched off for some reason, my eyes feel a bit pinched from not sufficient sleep, healthy- my workout has finally reached that place where i feel high after it. so nice.
what i smell. the lingering smell of samantha's very successful attempt at frying eggs. some blankets in the dryer tumbling with a dryer sheet and smelling sweet.
what i taste- hmmm i haven't brushed my teeth yet, or eaten breakfast so, yeah i taste that taste.
1 comment:
simple posts for what seems like a simple morning.
miss ya.
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