Close to 5pm. Between places. Heading home to start over yet once again today. Wind is gradually getting cold again, no rain, no snow. Grey turns darker. And a remaining load of tiredness feels a bit heavier today. A few moments unfocused. A precious gift.
(Days, too, that are attached to one. Days that make letting go of more difficult than usual. Moonless nights spanning a sleepless backyard, here to a distant morning.)