Thirty-One: Week Thirty-Eight
Days two hundred and sixty through two hundred and sixty-six
Welcome back to Thirty-One, the project where I attempt to write something every day for a year. If you missed any previous issues, you can find them here.
Day Two Hundred and Sixty (January 11th) I could eat stuffed grape leaves for every meal. Bright and herby, they make my mouth happy. Day Two Hundred and Sixty-One (January 12th) I am always restless, twitchy, my body itching to run away from itself. Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Two (January 13th) The cold won’t leave my fingers or my toes. I curl into myself. Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Three (January 14th) Sun eyes show me how to see in full light, to find things thriving in spite of perceived darkness Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Four (January 15th) A daisy made of dragonfly wings floats on the wind, a flying flower scattering light to those below Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Five (January 16th) Everything feels like the interim. I’m unsure of both the beginning and the end. Day Two Hundred and Sixty-Six (January 17th) A flock of crows descended on the Chick-fil-A garbage bins. They cawed at each other while they rifled through the bags. One scooped its beak around a mostly empty sauce container. Another flew off with a napkin. It landed on a power line, smoothed the napkin out on the line, and then perched on top of it. The crow seemed quite pleased with itself, or maybe I was simply pleased on its behalf.
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