Tumbling out the door into quiet darkness.
We leave behind a trail of tucked corners like mice storing for winter.
He might roll over but doesn't wake.
We are awake and beginning our first conversations of the day.
Our booty is neatly stacked and stored to hybernate until spring.
Four large tubs, chilled & in disarray, align the garage walls.
They are filled with ... days, week and months to come.
11.08/Indy
