Four-Thirty’s Not The Same Without Her
(AM or PM; it doesn’t matter)
My Beloved Sandra’s off to Maine this weekend to be part of her family when family’s what’s most needed. She left shortly after I got home yesterday afternoon, the door closing behind her about half an hour after my +/- 4PM return from work.
I thought the house felt pretty empty.
But about half an hour ago, waking up at 4:30 AM (not atypically, by the way), the house seemed even emptier, if such a thing were possible.
Bonus Six (looking out at the still-dark deck):
Before Dawn: Heavy Frost? Light Snow?
Time to visit Call Me Cate at: SHOW MY FACE