10.20.2020

only witches

It's been raining for three days and my skull buzzes like a radio between stations. Constant gray drizzle makes it suddenly difficult to recall individual days of summer. Their residue is mostly a feeling: it wasn't not happiness. 

Neither is this.
Inside more and learning virtually there is a strange, simultaneous abundance and total lack of time. Thinking about what school is and isn't, what this winter will and will not be, is such a process of what's best right now rather than what's best. 

Sometimes the house is quiet for a split second, or the wet leaves glitter through the window. Stacks of books, and peace, grow incrementally. The air is charged with static, but also with music and blessings. Days march forward, the rain wavers but the boys go steadily. They are alive in the real world, raking leaves and catching crane flies, free to find out who they are and already experts at making us all laugh.

3 comments:

Poppy John said...

Jenni Baby,
Not to continue with additional "rain"...
but, in a couple of days...
the boys...
will be "high" on candy...
and still in the house.
GOOD LUCK.

L2A

Christy said...

Beautiful picture!

rht said...

On these rainy days I have been concocting potions... soup and baked goods for sharing. I have parked my broom and black hat on our front porch, alongside a big pumpkin, and I'm looking forward to safely providing individually wrapped treats for masked children next week.
I am NOT melting, and neither are you!!!