In the sub-zero cold, my daughter’s car cranks over after a long hesitation. Start, or not? Oh, February. So much effort.
The girls are gone skiing while I’m painting the kitchen. The cats move around from stepladder to drop cloth. Meanwhile, I listen to Dolly Parton’s America podcast. I had no idea Nelson Mandela was a fan of Parton.
The girls return with their cheeks bright red, cold and hungry.
Here’s a poem from Ensouling Language.
It is good knowing that glasses
are to drink from;
the bad thing
is not to know what thirst is for.
— Antonio Machado