April's end

It's been so long. A really good sentence would be nice. I'd be happy with that -- just one.

Paper stacks on our picnic table, held down by jars of sea glass. It's still too windy. I have to go in. I grade papers in a spot of sun on the hardwood floor.

Next week I need to read my work at work. I need to choose a story that is non-threatening, non-revealing, not too depressing, complete. I want to fit in universally. I want to continue to blend.

L is untangling my ball of yarn. Our new plant is beyond him, near the window. Two days ago it sat on an unknown neighbor's steps, "free to a good home." I left a note in its place: "We will take good care of your plant."

Five minutes to a new month. Here's to lots of false starts and do-overs. Here's to trying again and again.