Tilt

If there was any doubt, I did not win the lottery last night.

Yesterday continued to be off kilter, even past the point of falling asleep. The radio show that I like to listen to as I go to sleep and when I wake up through the night was strangely missing.

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The Table

I sat here a week ago. It was later in my day. I had already been out for hours. And it seemed so right.

Today it’s my first stop and it feels like a struggle. I’m slogging through the day. It took awhile to get even this far.

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Return to Wolf Creek

Wolf Creek. A week later. Another Friday evening picnic alone. It’s a little cooler and far more windy. Last week sound carried on the air. Tonight it’s only the sound of the wind through the tall Southern pines that shelter the point.

I’m listening for the sound of the kitten.

Nothing.

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