That guy in the black truck.
I saw him looking back at me.
So I took a photo.
It stirred my guts.
Him seeing me.
Me seeing him.
And off he went...
Woke up tired. The early morning scroll followed suit. So I picked up a pen, ripped off a wedge of paper towel and started doodling.
I also wrote on a fox postcard to Ollie and stuffed it inside his lunch bag. He’s off on a field trip today and an overnight at school.
‘I’m scared’ he said when I dropped him off. He leaned forward and buried his head into me. I pressed my face into the top of his head and breathed him in.
‘You’ll be great. You’ll have the best time’.
‘Good night’ he said and smiled.
‘Good night’ I replied.
And off he went.
- - - - -
Somewhere there’s a fox running along the edge. Dispatched from my mind, to the page and now it’s circling a little boy for the day.
Drop-off...
Drop-off.
Music.
Rain.
Blurry goodness.
Day after day he saw them...
Day after day he saw them, but they never saw him.
Hello Friday
After a couple of days of cold rain, his bones decided for him. The heat was back on.
And after a walk in the morning with the pups, his bones decided for him again. A hot bath to soak in….and that book he’d been meaning to finish.
He came to know a few things over those few days. Scratch that. He came to feel a few things over those few days.
He smiled thinking about the pace of life. Back then. Now.
What was top of mind. Back then. Now.
He sat in the kitchen at the butcher block typing these words, listening to the birds outside, the hum of the refrigerator fan, the occasional drip from the sink, and the dogs breathing heavily in the next room.
He finished up his morning water, with coffee calling his name and a crow cawing outside.
Hello Friday.