Many things to write about today — good things, hard things, family, work, fire things.
But instead I will dream of the mountains, the spring, lakes, and backpacking with friends.
Hikes into the hills, snow-shoeing, and the garlic coming up around the apple tree.
Post-covid concerts, dinners out with friends, and laughter around the Christmas tree.
Family, friends, and boisterous hearts.
The things we had and will have again. The love we still have now.
My heart is full. And sad. And happy. Content. And irritated. Distressed.
And mostly grateful.