She steadily works the beads over with her left hand, doing laps around her right wrist. It’s early, or late, and still dark. The full moon hangs low; it’s all the light she needs. She didn’t sleep much this night nearly ended, mind racing. Maybe – yes, perhaps, now – it’s possible. All things seem… Continue reading
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Musings on the day
Most mornings arrive with minimal fanfare, or advance warning that, by day’s end, anything of consequence will have transpired. Most mornings dawn in the ordinary fashion. Most mornings, while still in bed, I first check non-work emails (mostly junk, only very occasionally something from a real person), then any text messages to have arrived overnight… Continue reading Musings on the day
caroline ridgway 