January

After the weight of holiday expectation has lifted, on short wet days when I don’t feel compelled to rush out and toil in the garden or hike by the river, the light begins to return.  Not to the sky, but to that small amber space between my belly and breasts.  I discover again that I believe in the mythic ability to forgive.

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