The day ends.
I hear the geccos and frogs singing in my backyard. The TV is a blur of noise. He sits with pen tucked behind his ear, reading legal documents on the coffee table. Glass of red wine at hand.
The windows and verandah doors are open, but the air is fresh.
Half the offspring is dreaming of his big day. The other half is flipping through a book with her 'sick dolphin', tucked closely by her side.
As I sit here, dishes washed, belly full, I think about all that I have to do. All that I have promised to others.
And then some.
Why do I now feel the peace at home so alarming?. The silence screams to me to do some work.
But my body is so tired. My eyes are drooping. I want to push myself to create, but what will I achieve at this hour?
I'm living from a calendar that is quickly filling.
I think of what could possibly be and how our lives may change in a week.
Sad news from near and far make me ponder about life and death.
But capturing the beauty of spirng keeps me buzzing and alive.
Racing towards the 2010 finish line. So close now, but so many hurdles to clear.