i mistook a street light for the sunrise the other morning.

it was 5 am, and i had just finished nursing you. i was so glad you fell right back to sleep because i was so tired. we had fallen asleep in the rocking chair together.

i walked out of your room, and it hit me like a ghost floating down some heavenly light through our window, soft and yellow.

"how beautiful," i thought, "how lucky i am!"
then, almost immediately, i realized it was just the glow of a street light shining through the morning haze.

but it was still beautiful, and i'm still lucky.



i think i'd like to learn how to whistle better.

kim's prints

this is kim. she's my friend.
i'm lucky to know her....and for her to admit that she knows me.