Everything is still. Everything is calm. Everything is quiet. The world waits to wake up.
I’m tired. But, that’s okay. Today – I can rest.
Even the birds are quiet. The clouds have blanketed the sun from birds’ views and lulled them back to sleep it seems. They nestle snug in their beds. They wait – until it’s time – time to get up, time to fly, time to do.
David is off to school and Kevin is off to work. The morning kerfuffle is now over.
Ben and Katya are still sleeping, presumably.
Grandma is up having her breakfast.
There is a calm in the air. Wait.
There are a million things I could do – but am not. The mind is willing but the body is unable. Not yet. I need to wait. I’m not sure, yet, just what I am capable of doing. But, that’s okay too. I have a sense of recovery. I am waiting to be recovered.
I am one of the very lucky ones. I wonder why? More and more I hear about those who were not so lucky. To be healthy is such a gift. To become healthy is more of a gift – its more of a blessing.. a miracle perhaps. Wait.
For how long? Really, no one knows. I am no different. It’s just I feel I’ve tasted death – if that’s possible. It numbed me. I fell away from life for a short while and am now waiting to wake. It tired me. I’m still tired. It is a content sort of tired, though. Don’t ask me to do much. Don’t ask me to think. I am too green to grow and too porous to retain. With time… I’ll awaken and heal. I must wait.
I love the calm. I love the quiet. I love the still of the morning as we both awaken and wait.