sometimes it felt as if we would never see blue skies again.
its been a good long while since we've had any clean air to breath in the valley. as i walked along the river celebrating the storm we received overnight i didn't mind the cold wind on my checks and tears in my eyes.
the mice i've heard in the walls have also had a cozy winter bed amongst my gloves. there was no stopping my immediate need to handwash each and everyone.