Sometimes when there is family drama, no one communicates for a few weeks. We seem to be in the middle of some rough seas.
I’m sitting on my front porch with my bro on a summer evening, not talking.
Husband and I are home, on the same floor of the house, each doing our own thing.
Girl midget and I sit together and each work on our yarning.
Boy midget and I sit together and read.
I drive somewhere in our car on my own, without turning on the radio.
I wander down to the beach with the dogs and sit on the sand for a while.
I sit with my lap top, doing work in silence, in an empty quiet house.