Monday, March 22, 2010


Rains came last night.

Heavy. Flood the pond and stream kind of rain. Boiling brown down the mountains kind of rain.

This morning the blue skies are trying to peek out from behind the skirts of grey and white. Green fields and red barn seem scoured clean, like farm hands on a Friday night, fixin' to go to the dance.

I couldn't sleep well. Woke up to pounding rain every two hours.

Woke up sore and sad and wanting to be like Eouwen, rushing out to battle with a heavy sword and armor. All sorts of emotion want to be expelled with the adrenaline and exertion of a sword fight. Clang! Crash! Thrust!

Instead, I will fix breakfast, drink coffee, milk the cow, check the animals and tackle laundry, my room and a big monster pile of paperwork.


Greener Pastures--A City Girl Goes Country said...

You are writing poetry. Your words are beautiful even though I know you are feeling sadness.

Ingrid said...

I love you, Ginger.