Tonight I am tired but grateful.
The wind can be harsh and can be gentle. Tonight it pushes my orange curtains towards me. I imagine an ancestor beckoning me. “Look here,” they say. Are they benevolent? I don’t know. I sure hope so. I look out the window in time to see a raccoon cross the street at a diagonal. It’s round body waddles gracefully. It seems not in a hurry and I afraid. Though it is night, the trains, creatures, and ancestors are alive. “Learn stillness.” That is what I am hearing all these live things say.