Well, today turns out to be a two post day. I wandered over to the window, with the sun down for the night, and was captured by the slow drip, drip, drip of the melting icicles.
Icicles melting Slowly in still-frigid air… Drop by drop they shrink.
I've been thinking a lot lately about getting older, about approaching retirement, about being (once again) in a commuting marriage...about hoping this one lasts...
I'm still on the road-- Three marriages, six jobs, and Forty years later.