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.

Antisocial...

'You're antisocial' she said.

And I smiled.

She knows me.


The older I get, the more selective I've become.


You won't find me indulging in much of the surface level bullshit -- even here.

The shelf life, remember?


But...

...you're more than likely to find me by her side on most occasions.

Not kicking or screaming.

Present and accounted for.

Most likely interacting with a pet (if one is present) over a person...

...while she lights up the room.


I love her and feel fortunate that she (still) loves me.

True story.