A grey morning but for the glow of the newly green trees visible from my window. I peek out through half opened eyes but the desire to keep sleeping overpowers me and I slip down against the pillows. It’s tempting to go under for another dream but I allow myself only a few minutes before getting up to walk Rufus. I pull on a hooded jacket over a sweatshirt. Rufus pulls on his lead. The birds are singing Spring songs but my breath lingers as a visible cloud. It’s cold and it rained last night. I think of my garden plot across town and am glad I got the cardboard and newspaper down in time to capture this stretch of wet weather. I hold the memory of that work in the ache of muscles in my back from pulling the wheelbarrow through mud. I hear a woodpecker in the trees two blocks over. I love that sound as long as it’s not my house they’re drilling holes into. Rufus does not like a wet day. We turn and go back home. A short walk and glimpse of Tuesday morning.
2 thoughts on “Tuesday Morning Chill”
Love this detail: I hold the memory of that work in the ache of muscles in my back from pulling the wheelbarrow through mud.
I remembered the image of you pulling the wheelbarrow and then felt the ache right along with you. Here’s to some sunshine… soon!
I was going to comment on that same detail…the perfect line, great image and relatable sensory experience! XO