It’s dark and I’m in bed. The dishwashers’s doing its thing –the rhythmic sound of the dryer is calming. I can smell the Downy dryer sheets from here.
My husband who’s less than 18 inches from me is sleeping. His rhythmic breathing matches the dryer– kind of. It’s all very comforting.
The neighbors dog is barking to be let in. I don’t blame him it’s cold out tonight.
I must have not tied the recycle bin lid down securely as I hear an empty pop can rolling around on the deck. I should get up and go get it but I won’t — it’s too cold outside.
Oh a coyote just howled – maybe we’ll see snow this week?
The owls are talking to one another as well.
Everyone’s got something to say tonight – even me.
Think the world will end on the 21st of December?
It ends for someone every day.