These days can be rough. I hope you’re finding some pockets of peace to pause in. Do feel free to write back and tell me about them.
On Saturday, I got to sleep in and enjoy the leisure of waking up gradually. The first sounds I noticed were a muted pat, pit-pat, in the distance. My mind went to the light footfalls of my daughter making her way out of her bedroom and into our shared hall.
I blinked open my eyes and waited, but the soft rhythm did not get closer to or farther from my door. Pat, pit-pat, pat …
What gentleness is this?
As I slowly started to acclimate, I noticed the hushed quality of light filtering through my cream sheers.
I wonder if someday, when my daughter no longer sleeps down the hall, the rain might offer me this memory as a way to keep her close.
Photo by Jan Vanaberbeke, Creative Commons license via Flickr (postcard design by Will Willingham). Postcard text by Bethany Rohde.