Are dreams gifts? Are they a way of giving you in your sleep what you cannot have in your waking hours? Last night there was a gift. I was able to hold her. I felt my arms around her little body, so small yet so strong. I thanked God for it. And then I asked after her little brother. Oh, he’s fine, she said.
It was a freezing world outside. I didn’t walk. We decided it wasn’t worth the risk of falling. I miss it. I always do. Though the cold this morning is extreme, for us at least, I have known colder.
Smoker (2) didn’t have his window open as usual. His pants still hang on his airer.
Another interview, the third one. I anticipate her being gentle and warm. They mostly are. I wish I had more time to enjoy the richness that this life brings…..
