Now here I sit in a different chair in a different house but with the same cat and the same woven blanket. The intricate weave of the blanket - golds, reds, rust - gleam in the sun, catching the light, catching my attention. Instead of the caws of crows and the wind in the trees, I hear the drone of traffic and the barking of a neighbors dog. I hold both worlds as, yes, we are now happy here - and yes, I miss my life as it was before.
11 August, 2013 / 13 Comments