“Light is to darkness what love is to fear; in the presence of one the other disappears.”
Into the night with lamp light, into the second book of a trilogy that got you
hooked – retrieved from the free library in another state in time and of
mind. So you make a special trip to the library to get the rest of the series.
And they have both books!
managing to just
check out the books you came for;
a quick in and out…
So you read late into the night and into early morning. Finally adjusting the
lamp out – After the book is …yes actually finished. After all it was about a
three hundred page paperback. And there wasn’t anything on the calendar
…yet. So sleeping in was a perfectly fine assumption…
and sound; phone rings, words ramble,
request, make statements
That on call duty of semi-retirement. Where one never does exactly know
when the call or need will arise – but you are there to swing your feet out
of bed and onto the floor in a wakeful fog, to be present and accounted for.
To provide breakfast and a ride to school for one, and daycare for another.
For that unexpected split lip that needed a stitch or two, that now requires
a full day of recovery at Grama’s house.
smiles that light faces
in the exchange of stories
of what was, will be…