Gray Day

When A. wakes up, I’ll lift him from his crib and give him a few too many kisses on his forehead and ears. I’ll lay him on the changing table, which might make him cry until I give him his dinosaur toy and tickle his toes. As I put a clean diaper on, I’ll look out the window like I am right now, and see half-hearted snowflakes whisping through bare branches. I’ll see clouds pressing their gray weight on the snow. I will decide it is a good time to go outside, to pack A. in the stroller and clip Ike’s leash on his collar and start off, running, to the river.


One thought on “Gray Day

  1. And hope the scent of dead mouse doesn’t make its way into your nostrils before the door closes on the way out… 🙂

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