In that dream they came down and the kids ran for them, a spinning set of swings in the air with hats falling from the sky and a big field with the sound of children running to catch them, one of them Charlotte, hats maybe crows, some of them with wings. A feeling of wonder when I awoke, a picture of Charlotte at the park with her purple umbrella, a feeling of love and loss.
We warmed the last of the gumbo and the dog chewed her bone down to the nub. It rained and I put on Hendrix, then turned the heat back on. We had so much still, hats falling from the sky. Cottonwood blooms and children. Love and loss. Jimi Hendrix. Charlotte fed the orchids with ice in increments of twos and threes. We counted the days down and gave thanks. I ran a bath and soaked in salt.