The wind is blowing this morning and it is cold and dark.
Friends told me that the sky was filled with clear cold stars last night and that it was beautiful. I didn't want to look.
I will want to look later.
The moon is brighter. Is it full?
Charla sent me a picture she had taken of Philip dealing with a deer carcass we butchered three years ago or so. It made me laugh out loud. Then cry.
Blackie, our dog, is lying on the floor at the foot of my bed snoring.
I remember coming back from our trip from Texas to see two bath mats laid out symmetrically at the foot of the bed for the dogs. Philip loved them. I think they kept him company during the lonely cold days. I smiled when I saw the mats on the floor because Philip always pretended he was so stern with them.
When I went to bed I whispered many things to Philip. And to God. When I woke up this morning and thought of some particularly sweet memory I told him thank you. Again.