Dear Friday

Dear Friday,

I woke up feeling a little grumpy. I didn't know I was so excited about moving into the house, that I felt just a little sad that it wasn't happening yet today. But driving to work I've managed to shake it off. You had painted the sky blue and streaked it with golden. I was forced to look and smile.

Now I dream of flowers, the wild type, growing in my backyard. I think of drinking wine from mason jars on the deck, and looking out into the yard seeing the Boy and dog playing.

For now, I say "heart be still" but it wants to dance.

I will look out the window from time to time and be happy to just have this weather.

Love,
Me