The new year is so still and grey.
I sit in a vacuum where even last fall’s leaves don’t stir. Only late in the afternoon do I hear one of the cats crying down the hall.
The year began with the brightest stars. But as night comes again the sky is a blank slate, and driving into town to get dinner, I can only see as far as my headlights.
boxed wind chimes
of your absence
The Mindful Writing Challenge is an annual event hosted by the lovely people at Writing Our Way Home.