saturday afternoon, home

If I were to leave home…

The couple newly moved in has put cute curtains neatly tied at each of their windows. The husband picks up mail for the next-door neighbour who is probably away for the weekend. The people across from me let their dog out… Bobby? Bobby? The woman will come out calling for him, but for now, Bobby is inspecting the lamppost and the little yellow wild flowers around it. A moment for Bobby to frolic outside by himself. And I’m here, in this room of my own, typing up my story.

With thoughts of going away… England… thoughts of renting my own place, packing light, keeping light so I can be at my own heart no matter how the people and the environment challenge my belief in the goodness of the world.

As I look out the window again, a cloud has lifted and it’s a splash of sunlight on the brick fronts of these rows of townhomes. And it looks like Bobby has gone back inside.