New Leaves This Color

Neptune is beeping in the windowsill. I think she misses Little Brigid.
I've been painting with all the windows and doors open.
I am letting the spring in.
This week I went back to church.
Immersing myself back into community and worship felt like a warm hug.
I felt seen, known, and loved.
I'm not so sad anymore.

I still wish I was lying in bed next to you, reading a book aloud (as I do).

But tonight I'll read to the open air and
My fat, fluffy, feline.

Tomorrow Little Brigid comes home.
And the shadows on the walls
Won't be so vacant.