Knowing

I will not be here for another winter, makes the season's louder.

For so long the lake has been frozen over, so far out (except in spots... the dog story tells that tale) that any waves were too far out to hear.

Not today. Not tonight.

Tonight, there is again the gentle sigh of water moving in... and moving out.

Rhythmic.

Hypnotic.

Even the dog is spooked.

Missing Keith

Every day when Keith leaves for work, I hear a strange noise and look to see Meander up on the forbidden 'bed'... the place where Keith sleeps. He leaves for good next week.... so I don't imagine I'll be able to sit in that chair with my feet on the ottoman for a good three months....