Telling: Streams & Logs

Best Day Ever

Best Day Ever 4.30.17

It is Sunday. There should be brunch. Orange juice in glasses that catch the light. A slow and easy leisure, earned relief. A day of rest.

The quiet of it lives under my breast bone, a soft blanketing warmth. The spangle of birdsong in the once-again grey. There is no will to movement in me. I am content to be an empty plate.