I held the backdoor open for Zinnia who ran out into the early morning. I used to wake up at night when she was a puppy and let her out, and she hasn’t forgotten. Now when I wake up to go to the bathroom, she always comes with me.
For the first time in weeks, the sky was clear and I could see the stars. I looked up as Zinnia ran past me out the door and in that moment a shooting star slowly arched its way through the speckled darkness. I smiled, taking it as a good omen, then scanning the sky found the big dipper.
There’s something about seeing a familiar star pattern in the sky that is comforting. Especially at times like these when there is so much turmoil around us.
When the sun shone through the bedroom window this morning, I was delighted. A low mist hovered above the ground, but like the stars, we haven’t had sunshine in weeks.
The donkeys took up their positions, broadside to the south, absorbing the warmth in their hair like solar panels. I even chased Minnie and Flo out of the basement so they could bask in it for a while.
By the afternoon the sky clouded up again, a white cast over everything.
But I’m still remembering that the stars, including our sun, made an appearance this morning. That’ll hold me for a while.
“The donkeys took up their positions, broadside to the south, absorbing the warmth in their hair like solar panels. ”
What a great line. I love that image. Nice piece of writing! Maria:)
Oh Thank you Janet!:)