Friday 5/12

It crept in while I was asleep last night. I remember waking up, aware that something had changed - I checked the backyard through my bedroom window. Sleepy fingers pulled me back to warm flannel sheets, kept me from doing a thorough search - that and the quiet. The quiet sounded like a mute tenant sneeking onto our land refusing to pay rent. A silent protest, there... not there.
Sleep called me by name, and I fell in. Then, tic..... tic....... tic . I thought tiny exclamation points of ice were hitting my windows. But it was rain, skinny sharp rain hitting my window in pieces, not drops. I belonged to my bed. And so I slept until muffled light shook my shoulder and the fragrance of coffee pulled me out for a taste of awake.
I fed the cats, drank my coffee, read for a bit, packed some lunch and left for school. I stopped at the end of our road and took these pictures. It's foggy and raining, again