this morning #1015.

this morning, the shadows bounced bounced around the back porch, each & every movement a reminder that, all around me, time was still passing. clouds were still crawling by, pushing the sunshine behind. my cats slinked in, stretched out & curled up at my feet. living, breathing slippers. i blew the steam off the top of my cup of tea & took a quick sip. ahh. rose hip. what was left of the trees rustled just outside of the windows. we’d made it through another winter. shout out to all of the fallen trees that helped keep us warm. shout out to the ecosystem. though nothing is ever guaranteed, i can’t wait to see what this spring will bring. i can’t wait to see grey turn to green.