Newness

The fireplace and its half burnt logs. The sound of the keyboard clicking. The newness of it all is overwhelming. I feel like I am in a different country. A new land whose language I am just learning. The language of moving with a partner. In a pile of new things we have done this year, it is hard to imagine being able to just relax in each other’s company. Not that we will have much time for that. D leaves for 3 months (with a few one day returns) on Saturday. Then I will be out here alone. It is a mixture of emotions that I am trying not to deal with. Instead, I think of the herbs that I am going to put into the ground tomorrow. The birds that wake us up in the morning. The toilet that flushes by pulling a chain above your head.