Resting my mind in my cup of coffee between the interlaces of the morning newspaper and the television remote I can see filters of the sun peeking in through the heavy curtains meant to hold out the cold winter air. Contemplating again on the time that has passed, the year that has passed and the loss that still hides in my soul. Breakfast is done and I feel accomplishment in another meal … another stride in the right direction.
Another year come and gone so quickly.
Another tick on the clock.
Another day come and gone.
Another whisper in the light ...
I miss you, Di...
I miss Di because she was that friend that 'felt like home'