scenes from this afternoon in (great) aunt honey's backyard:
it's a quiet sort of night. a letting someone else take care of things (of me) sort of night. a snuggled already in pajamas, two blankets covering me on the sofa sort of night. there is tea and my version of comfort food and bits of whispered dreams and everything is just as it should be. these are the nights when i push myself toward gratitude and let go of the shoulds and to dos and just try to breathe in and out.