Sometimes It Looks Like This
Connecting with our Senior Animals
If it weren’t for the grief.
Or the fear. Or that insistent voice that tells me I should be doing more.
It’s almost peaceful.
The day has a soft feel to it.
The fake fire on the television fills the room with a real glow.
Snow, then sleet outside.
Hania Rani through the speakers. A burst of crying at her song “Leaving.” Then it’s over.
Delicate Christmas lights along the mantel.
The sound of cars making their way through slush.
(Here the mind wants to interrupt with things that need to be done soon: recycling, the making of dinner, the diapers I need to buy for Max, his new skin issue that needs solving…)
I shift my mind to find all the gold in the room…
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