I woke up.
I was tired.
I made coffee.
I ate something. I don’t remember what. Maybe toast.
I answered emails.
A butterfly flew into the Airstream and I managed to catch it with a finger tip and carry it outside. Those wings looked worn.
I placed a metal order by phone because the internet quit working. It has a habit of doing that.
I packed a bag, started a truck, drove down the mountain, picked up a package at the post office, picked up lunch to go, filled the truck with a half tank of diesel and drove out of the valley.
I stopped at a lake.
I found a wigwam.
I sat in it.
I felt confined, by my very self.
I took my braids out and removed my boots and socks and then sat down in the wigwam for a while longer and watched a rainy sky turn to something blue. I threw sticks for Tater. He loves to swim.
I walked in the lake. Barefoot. The rocks hurt my feet. I collected driftwood and Canada goose feathers. I looked closely at wildflowers.
I felt more free. I felt less tired. I felt more myself. I felt wild.
Tater was chased by a doe. I was chased by the doe. I felt bad for the doe. I think she was protecting a spanky new fawn or was on the cusp of giving birth. She was probably in deer hysterics. What’s worse than any female being pushed to hysterics? Poor thing.
I found a killdeer chick. I held it. Its mother was in a panic. I set it down and walked away. Its feet were ridiculous, as they always are. I found a killdeer chick last year, too, but it was older. It fell in the river, by my feet, while I was fly fishing. I threw my rod down on the bank, leapt into the river and fetched it from the current. It had such intelligent eyes. I set it free. Its mother was also in hysterics. Poor thing.
I met two lovely men. I talked to them for a long while. They liked Tater Tot. They want me to make their wedding rings.
I got in my truck and drove home.
It rained.
Then it quit raining.
The sun came out and the sky looked so blue and full of hope.
When I arrived at the Little Cabin In The Woods, my little forest was on the cusp of dusk. I changed into my running gear and took the dogs out for a spin. The light in the trees was beautiful. I leapt, like something feral, over the puddles and mud on the road. I felt strong and alive.
I ate leftovers for dinner.
I mixed myself a delicious gin and tonic with extra lime and garden strawberries. It is delicious. I am sipping it now. The berries are so scrumptious. I don’t want to eat anything but berries ever again.
In a moment I will retreat to my bed with a book and a cup of tea.
And a cat.
I miss Robert. This was a very fine day.
