“I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .”

I got up this morning in the cold dark and peeked outside. The first thing I saw was Venus, low in the sky, bright in the earliest inkling of dawn. I rose, inspired, and soon Mr Darcy and I were on our way to the light. I couldn’t help but notice the beautiful, hippie-carnival colorsContinue reading ““I’m 88, and it’s getting late. . .””

Twelve Days

Twelve days may not seem like much, but it reminds me of the dark days of winter, waiting for the sun. And I need the light. We all do.
So I rose before dawn, saw my love off, and contemplated. Then something said “Go,” and I went.