this morning #299.

this morning, it was chilly in the shade & to avoid withdrawing from her well-deserved hiding place, she manufactured a makeshift cocoon from a diverse battery of blankets. these creations of varied aunties & unknown vermont grannies held in the heat. by staying silent in the confines of this shabby shed, she could disengage from the world & hope that no one would find her here. lately, things had gotten far too complicated & these moments away from it all kept her from totally losing it, gave her a chance to sort out her thoughts. bliss to the left. fear to the right. serenity sandwiched in between. for a half hour, all was good in the world. then the footsteps came.