Again this week I've been enjoying writing a "small stone" each day, and thought I'd share another handful with you today. (Not sure what this is all about? You can read more on the Writing Our Way Home January "Small Stones" tradition here, and also check out my original post on the topic.)
Days 1 to 4 - here
Days 5 to 10 - here
Days 11 to 17 - here
Shopping mall, busy Saturday
Harried parents trailed by small beings
crying, whining, coat-tugging, foot-stomping
"Buy me one!"
"Why can't I?"
"You never let me have anything!"
And I smile to myself, utterly content
As I walk back to my car
pinned in place, warm beneath the bedcovers
held by three furry four-legged hostage-takers
a welcome imprisonment
not sure what I expected
when the well-weathered mailbox lid
creaks open with a rusty grind
and nothing of import is revealed
rooftops like so many iced cakes
frosted with a layer of snow crystals
but the days have lengthened
five pm, sun-pinked clouds in a newborn blue sky
Spring can't be far away
early morning wakeup call
jingle bell rolls melodically across the bamboo floor
as two kittens play
sharp-bladed, white leather skates
frigid rink, breath visible as puffs of steam
hot chocolate, creamy-sweet, scalding my tongue
from my window
bland winter palette of grey, brown, white
punctuated by the pop of a cheery orange door.
Do you participate in the Mindful Writing Challenge?
(Original post in Alphabet Salad.)
Laurel Regan blogs about life as she lives it at Alphabet Salad - "an eclectic assortment of rants & ramblings."
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