Wednesday, February 16, 2022

turning in

 


Somehow I will slip under that heap of pillows and comforter. They will grumble and shift around and purring will put me to sleep.  Outside, moonrise, lamplight, and dandelions. Even as I tried for another shot, the clouds swallowed the moon and we will be in the shit all day tomorrow, tornado watches and all.


1 comment:

Liz A said...

may you be safe