Where I Am

The porch is a little too chilly. The yellow iris is crunched up, no longer stalwart, but limp from a few days of rain. It’s too late in the day for hummingbirds, so the columbine look lonely. The dogs are barking at who-knows-what.

But the evening is actually warmer than the morning, and I’m out here with my laptop working my way through chapter four. Yesterday was full of pushing, but today there are some moments that feel magic. Words get shoved and shoved like a sled uphill, but now: we’re ready to ride.

Not the whole chapter. There’s a lot more climbing and pushing to do.

But I can remember how it feels to have wind over my back. Catching my breath.

And feeling like I’m getting a free ride, forgetting what came before.