The morning brings pale yellow light into my room
Later and later each day
It’s like a slow motion film
It’s quiet and has soft edges
It’s a little fuzzy and feels hazy but so comfortable
I can sleep a minute more
Each day. When I dream I never wake
I open my eyes and I can tell it is fall
Lyla has learned the Fate of Ophelia and is singing it
It’s a beautiful lesson for a young woman
Elodie is still steadily breathing a calming feeling
For her, and it gathers air into my lungs
I notice a new light in the hall
The front door is open, caroling with the patterns
Of a changing season and a cool breeze
These sneaking wisps of sound
Make a hymn. The girls hustle around, plant kisses
On my forehead and it’s quiet again
Mom chats with me while I get ready
She reminds me of the date, our schedule, and reads
The weather. Last week we had a big
Ferociously glorious storm, but each day since,
Mom laments No rain today
Dad, though, rushes in and says loudly
With relief, Aulton it is raining, come outside
I hurry, there is one tiny cloud, a soft shiny one
Right above my house. It spills over my mind,
Mists over my heart, and sprinkles
My soul with a miracle. It only lasted a few minutes
But God made me my own cloud today
And I will never forget this goodness that
Is kindness in the form of pure water
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