Islands

It’s a rainy erev in Tennessee, though not freezing.  Misu’s porch water has ice cubes floating in it.

My youngest grandson turned four years old today in Florida.  My son is on the other side of the world for a couple of weeks, feeling a bit lost and adrift himself.  We’re keeping his place warm for him.

The world is unraveling all around us.  But we are still here, holding down the fort on our island of sorts, keeping the lights on.

Misu is at her guard post.  And there are still flowers.

 

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