It’s not snowing. There’s no chance. It’s in the 50’s. And yet, I have this feeling that we could be home bound, secluded, the impression of an encompassing silence surrounding the world, our world.
And that world will be broadened with the birth of our daughter. It could happen any time now. We could wake up tomorrow and she may be born. We will return to our house. Hold her tight and let the world continue on without us for a few weeks.