February 7, 2018

You are more vapor than gust, now.

The only remnant of your presence

Appears at nightfall

When the world is all but asleep

And the wind carries along a whispered memory

That, when day breaks,

Is shoved aside

Like those old dreams

Of you and I.

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Tonight, I settle into bed with a cup of chamomile tea, a curious and loving furball of a cat, and (nearly) a full night’s sleep ahead of me before I get up to coach in the morning.

I find myself thankful for my independence, my health, the opportunities that lie ahead of me (including a lucrative contract position I’m taking on next week!), and the fact that I had the luxury today of curling up with a good Harry Potter book and forgetting the “real” (read: Muggle) world while I read.

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