This is the view from my couch, the door leading upstairs.
The other night, as I lay on my couch (moaning) because
I could barely walk after having spent the weekend
installing a new kitchen floor, this is the pattern
that was created by the sun streaming through the windows.
X marks the spot.
So then, of course, I had to start wondering…. 24 what?
24 words, 24 chapters, 24 people to miss.
24 years, 24 days, 24 hours.
I like that one the best. 24 hours.
I think that was it. A simple reminder.
There is only ever today.
And I am here.