Sunday afternoon….quieter than the morning that came floating down…slanted sunlight of the fall….
I remember a day like this, yet so different. The sun coming in the kitchen windows, warm and full, quiet. I wanted to save that day. I wanted to save us.
There have been other days….lost and lonesome, yearning for a warm bed, dreading the dark night. Others were just full, quiet as wood smoke, lovely as leaves, days without longing.
Photo by J Denise Coalson
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