We were here and almost there and already I saw us looking back.
The end of the world or start of a weekend when everyone’s away.
Early morning walks from the cottage in January as the light is coming on earlier day by day.
Knowing we had it good then but not realizing how much.
Who gets a day with nothing to do? What time is this?
Days the world just settles in around you.
I remembered what it was like to leap out of bed with an eagerness for the day but that feeling was long gone.