Sunday Night

Up there somewhere, the wheeling stars are turning, and Orion, lying on his side, is rising from the east as he does this time of year. But tonite he and the stars are hidden behind overcast skies.

The wind chimes on the back patio are ringing, and I can hear the buffeting wind from the fireplace flue.

Just moments ago we were all sitting in here, the boy reclined with a book in his Cleopatra pose, Trudy rocking with her computer in her lap, me pushed back in this distinctly non-Cleopatra recliner, and the dog at the far end of the couch from the boy, gazing with adoring eyes across the conversation pit at his mommy.

Just moments ago that was, it seems, yet here I am alone in the room with the music now off and only the wind and chimes to listen to.

The weekend is over. Yesterday's blue skies have gone, and cold weather and rain are on the way. Tomorrow is Monday, and it's getting late. There's not much more to say, so maybe it's just time to go to bed.

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