"Gratitude is the gift of sight in the darkest times."
-Angie Welland Crosby
A time change Monday, everything feels just a bit off. Fianna and Raven presented themselves for their dinner at their usual time, but today it's an hour early. T will no longer see the sunsets on her way home. It certainly feels like November.
I retired from public school teaching after happily spending twenty eight years playing in Kindergarten. Now I fill my days watching cat antics, taking endless...
Oh I remember how much I hated when I had to drive home in the dark back when I worked full time. My hours were 9-6 So mornings were good all year long but that night time commute was not fun in winter. I did love that period when I could watch the sunset. Coming down the turnpike there were many nights I spotted deer feeding on the side of the turnpike. I will think of T on those storming dark nights.
