Samhain New (Winter) Moon
Kate’s in Mitchell, sleeping near the Corn Palace. She’ll make it home tomorrow Lord willin’ and the creek don’t rise. It’s been a week since she left and the house has had that not full resonance. Tonight, knowing she’ll be home tomorrow, it has the she’s just gone for a little while feel. Slowly taking on its more usual tones as her presence returns, a piece at a time.
It’s been an interesting week since I’ve been without a car and have not left our property for the duration. The only difference I’ve noticed is that the occasional urge to go somewhere, to the grocery store or a quick trip into Minneapolis, vanished quickly. As soon as it surfaced. Otherwise I’ve followed my usual routines. Missing Kate, of course, but also enjoying the monastic moment.
Tonight will be the last night alone in the bed.