“Heather, I’m home. Oh, I forgot to return the library books. I’ll go back.”
“No. I’ll go,” I snatched the keys from Chris’ hand mid stride. I love my children; I love our home, but I’ve been here for 28 hours straight. When since I got my driving permit have I jumped at an opportunity to run an errand? Moms know what I’m talking about.
I savored the night drive, jotting additions to my list at stop lights. Now, I am sitting on my doorstep in my rain boots not ready to go upstairs yet. The window is open above me and I hear my children laughing. I’m not rushing and I’m enjoying the scenery. How often am I out on a warm night alone?
Night clouds reflecting the lights of our town
Orange leaves under orange street lights
The wet pavement’s gleam
Only me in sight
Fallen leaves stuck to the sidewalk
The temperature of the air, the same as my skin
Enchanted by such simple things
Near crickets. Far crickets
I don’t know how to enjoy it more except to enjoy it longer. So I sit a few more minutes until I miss my family more than I will miss my alone time. Their laughing draws me inside.
