Saturday, April 02, 2011

exercise in silence

First day of April, and it's cold outside. Rain that leaves you damp all day, wind that slips in under the door and bites your ankles.

I wait for the days I can open the windows and breathe life into this place again, let flowers crop up in the carpet and have bees buzz in my ears while I make dinner. Feel renewed, alive, awake.

But I don't mind these days, the winter ones. I become the things around me, the old yellow chair and the antique table with the dents and scratches. These nights, wrapped in blankets and tucking my legs under me, I am comfortable being quiet and alone.

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