Red's Wrap
Happiness. It's relative.
Blown
They say tomorrow’s wind will bite, we should watch for this
lest we lose our valuables and be unseasonably cold and maybe miserable
The wind, biting and sneering, might blow the cardboard box for deliveries off the porch on to the yard or the new neighbor’s yard, we’ve just met
Trash waiting for pick-up will gather in new piles, mixing with
other people’s ragged things, indistinguishable and messy, irretrievable
There is no making order of what’s been strewn about; it’s a pandemic, remember, just let it lie there until people with equipment come
Use your time to watch for them
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This is beautiful.
You’re so kind.
Just honest. 😉
A thoughtful message, Jan. I think my strange mood and trashed mind identifies with your words.
How crazy is this, Pat? The goal of a lifetime was mobility – you know what I mean – but we are stuck here in our house. Still…..we are lucky in a hundred ways so not right to complain. We are okay.