Today is such a good day. There are things to worry about, and they’re there. Lurking in the background. And soon they will push their way up to the surface and I’ll have to fight them off just to get a breath. But right now, I am so happy, and I hope I remember this moment when they come for me.
I thought I wanted “real winter”, the cold, the bitter wind, the gray sky. The cold took my favorite fern. The baby fern, at the base of my favorite tree. I found it shriveled and dead. I loved it because it was a fern in January. It was, when it shouldn’t have been. I don’t hate the cold, I hate that so many things can’t exist in it.
There are clovers everywhere and I can feel the wind through the seams in my boots.
Do you ever wonder if in the wizarding world they say, “Well you know what they say about men with big wands……” ?
The more things tie me to where I am, the more I miss where I’ve been.