Beau November 13th, 2008
Under covers today, hiding in dark comfort with chills, coughing and aches that came from nowhere. Emerged briefly, up to shepard the boy upon his goings and comings. Briefly again, grateful to take soup through the door… that warm elixir that soothes the body when all else cannot. And then as days like this go, we almost feel human later on. It’s leaf pile time, and the boy’s spirit is soaring. I laugh and watch and smile, then helping him rake a bit to make the pile bigger. He jumps and rolls and shouts with glee, the dogs joining in, and I stagger slowly back toward the house, not so sure about the feeling human part yet. My body hasn’t quite made up its mind. Ah, but the evening is beautiful, and my soul is alive.