by dishpantheism

it’s the third part of the night. i’ve been writing and listening to the rain all evening. now there’s a break in the rain and two owls are softly calling back and forth to each other. the eaves are dripping.

when i wake i’ll breakfast with sister. i’ll mail letters and work on gifts. if i’m lucky the rain will abate for an hour so i can walk around a bit.

wellidy. to sleep.