May there be peace within

Gus wakes me on my first day of Thanksgiving break. The first inclination is resentment of the sleep intrusion. I choose joy. Holding a warm cup of Java I join him on the back stoop. He sits, I stand. He lifts his snout to the sun. I lift my chin to the heavens. Close myContinue reading “May there be peace within”

May there be peace within

Gus wakes me on my first day of Thanksgiving break. The first inclination is resentment of the sleep intrusion. I choose joy. Holding a warm cup of Java I join him on the back stoop. He sits, I stand. He lifts his snout to the sun. I lift my chin to the heavens, close myContinue reading “May there be peace within”