I woke up this morning to steady rain, very cool temperatures, and trees bending lightly in the wind. Our 10yo son is still in bed, trying to sleep off the dregs of a cold. The house is so quiet and calm this morning, unlike the running-around-with-our-heads-cut-off that we were all doing yesterday.
Here I am, ready to make whole-wheat muffins and sweet black tea, pull out my
knitting, and spend an hour or so sitting in our barely-lighted living room remembering that morning a few years ago where the sun was shining brightly, the air was crisp, and the world changed.