A biting wind circles and beats at the brick of my home. Purple-pink sun rays penetrate my windows and heat the pillows by my head on the sofa. I am ensconced here, enthralled in reading The Road as a contented black cat purrs on my oversized slippers. My son discusses his dreams last night with his dad while There Will Be Blood plays on the television. Life is quiet, sweet, and slowing the turbulent gusts of my mind’s anxiety. The perfect soundtrack, setting… to a blustery Sunday morning.
I am unravelling in the best of ways.