As a comedian’s voice babbles in the background that I am not in the mood to listen to, let alone let myself be amused by, across the old covered fireplace slanted rays fall, a flurry of wings, a landing on a swaying branch, and preening till some unseen scare prompts fluttering flight again.
I am uncertain if we are fighting. The weather has been lovely today. I have been at home all day. I want to get out. The moment passes, we are not fighting.
I write to capture both beautiful and unhappy.