endless dusk

when did the sounds of dusk
become noise, an excruciating 
background din, a dot, dot, dot,
no exclamation point, not even
a period to bring some sort of
closure to the drama of days
that never end, rousing me
once again at 3 am as if the
wee hours could hold some
semblance of sanity, surrounded
by soft breathing and cat purrs
and the unsettling disquietness 
of my brain trying to make sense
of the senseless…insomnia…
like a damned thief in the night 
delights in the daytime exhaustion
it creates,  no rest for the weary
as another dusk with no answers 
creeps in, a symphony of crickets

~kat

My sister is here on an extended holiday, and it has been lovely, truly, to have her here. As we have for decades, we live on separate coasts, she on the western shore of the Pacific and me in the East in an Atlantic bordering state. Our worlds couldn’t be more different. And yet there is a comfort in having her so close; to connecting with the only person in the world who shares the experience of our formative years. It’s a gift that I have only recently come to appreciate.

She helped me feed the deer last evening, delighting in them as they emerge from the wood’s edge. It was wonderful experiencing what has become a daily commonplace thing through her eyes. But what most took me by surprise was her stunned amazement upon hearing the night sounds of the woods when we arrived home from the airport late at night. It’s a sound that I hardly notice. What a gift it has been to be reminded of how wonderful this place is. Home.

Today’s glimmer is a feeling and a wish that you too might have the opportunity to recognize and bring into focus once again the lovely blessings that surround you.

Silly me…I forgot how amazing the sound of crickets on a clear moonlit, starry night is, until I joined my sister’s astonished delight as I spent several magical moments with her in my driveway.

It’s been a rough week, but a sweet ending to it. Much love, peace, and glimmers to you!

~kat ✨✨✨💚💚💚✨✨✨