I woke early to the sound of my father shuffling to find his work clothes in the laundry room. It was peaceful to listen to the sound of normalcy. A few hours later, after taking my brother to school, I found my iPod and some warm clothes, and went for a run.
The trail was empty- only a few small birds graced the path. Tree trunks were drunk with stagnet water. Two robins used the area for bathing. I stopped to sit on a bench, the one that overlooks our small town. Solar panels built on the local farm hide some of the view, but the landscape is still beautiful.
The suddle noise of car engines filter the cooeing of newborn birds. This place is peaceful. I am peaceful. I sit for a few moments longer, daydreaming of my boy. Soon, the sun will find its way to us and our skin will breathe for the first time in months.
I am longing for warm summer nights in the loft. With windows open, we will lie together, awake, long into the night.
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