It’s still Saturday—slow, slothful, slightly soulful—Saturday morning. For another hour.
I awoke early and discovered the weather to be incompatible with plans. I went back to sleep and reawoke late. Really late.
Then lazy breakfast with bride and nephews and nephews’ companions. Revised plans. Excursion for them; rainy day water coloring and poetry editing for me.
Calm. Mostly quiet except for the softly snoring dog beside me and raindrops tap dancing on the metal roof.
A perfect pause…