Always - there's something about returning.
The pantry and refrigerator shelves are now bare. This house that was so full...is empty.
I arrive - here today - in the quiet.
One long slow deep breath.
With new intention.
This morning's fog was unexpected. It obscured and confused all that was so clear.
I welcomed it. I embraced it. I invited it in.
I wondered if - perhaps - I could get lost in it.
Like the gaggle of geese. As they spread their wings and flew.
They came. They went.
And - I was reminded again that they're ours for only a very short time.
Our children fly through.