Maybe tomorrow…

Sat out back with a small glass of wine. The moon was rising. Night so cool, so pleasing against the skin. The quiet calms. And darkness makes tomorrow possible.

I’ve been packing up books and clothing. We leave Edmonton in two days and onto an altered trajectory.

Transitions and change can unsettle, and the animal heart longs for consistency. That’s why it beats the way it does.

But, as Octavia Butler said, Life is change.

Change also makes new things possible.