Just days after I had written about missing anticipation, a real life opportunity arrived. My eldest sibling, the family matriarch, the person who helped raise our flock, until she had her own, was going to be in town. A brief stop, but we could meet. We hadn't been together since Thanksgiving 2019.
Watches were synchronized, coats and masks were gathered, and (in great anticipation--the good kind) off we drove to the appointed location. The hourish visit, felt gloriously normal, except for the lack of a tight, warm embrace. We chatted, we laughed, kinda caught up, had to eventually remove glasses due to condensation overload. <happy sigh>
And then, like the recent snow, it was over and they were gone. There's a small depression trying to form inside my brain today. And then a realization: this is like the "after the party's over" feeling, isn't it? So ... nothing new, just the usual running its course, but now there's possibly too much time for mulling. Pick yourself up, K, and pick a chore--any chore, but DO something.
Love, K
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