Some days I’m not sure what to say, or where I stand, and I wait and look around and listen, but all I hear are shouts and curses.
But I see one dog looking out the window at the snow and imagining romps and tosses and turns at breakneck speed that end in slippery slides.
Then I see another dog deep in sleep and perhaps dreaming of very similar slippery slides from her own youth.
And I see birds gathered around my meager offering of perhaps 5 pounds of seed that will not feed them all, but it will feed some.
I watch the snow fall from my safe easy chair, and I am insulated from the cold outside, and I set aside the little electronic drumbeat of shouts and curses in my hand.
And the dog steps from the window and lies down with her head on my foot as the other dog shifts position in her sleep.
I remember there are more profound and peaceful ways to live a life than by shouting and cursing and raging. On we go.
