It’s hectic around here, unlike last week’s staycation mode. But the day’s end is quiet.
Tonight, after I buried the woodchuck who’d been hit by a car, after I watered a section of garden, after I bathed Isabella and got her to sleep, I went outside to call in the cats. As I headed down the yard, I noticed a young deer in the neighbor’s yard. We locked eyes for a few beats, and then I turned away, wanting her to understand I wouldn’t disturb her. I stood in the middle of the yard watching the fireflies, tiny licks of flame everywhere, glowing and fading, glowing and fading.
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