Days the world just settles in around you. The soft twitch of a napping dog on its side, the long receding tide on a summer night. Now at dusk those spaces of color between the trees like the strange blue in an abalone shell that shimmers with a silver lining, veins of pink and gold. A painting by our daughter on the wall. The cat, curled in a basket with the mail. Me, barefoot and bathed. No amount of worry. Nowhere else to be.