Tag: wistful

  • Dog Days and Torpidity

    Dog Days and Torpidity

    August is two weeks away, but the dog days have already arrived. It was early June when I noticed them edging into my morning rituals: I forget to step outside for that first, fresh breath of damp air; organizing the kitchen and my thoughts for the day while waiting for my coffee is hit and…

  • Still here after all this time.

    It’s cold here today — even more so than it normally is in the spring.  The clouds are indiscernible, resembling more of a blanket cast over our heads.  There was drizzle on the patio this afternoon as well, and I willingly pulled a thick sweatshirt over my head wishing I had an excellent book to…