Melting

Today was one of those wonderful Boulder paradoxical days: I wakened to deep snow on the deck, and bright sun. By midday, some places in Boulder looked like it had never snowed.

(Mishka the cat is curled to my right with her head on the laptop.)

It has been a catching-up day---making a sauce from all those overripe tomatoes, cleaning out shelves in the refrigerator, going to the osteopath, returning calls, planning classes.

I wakened missing Zalman.

I led a full day in between.

I am going to bed missing Zalman.

This tide comes and goes on its own time...

Good night.