marriage. moving & misplaced normality.
soft sunlight filters through the window. casting shadows upon the carpet. mixing with the orange glow from the fire that flickers in its own gas like way. i sit wrapped in my blanket on our borrowed recliner. a cup of my favourite tea is sitting half sipped beside me, the words on the tag read this life is a gift . i look around at this life gift & my heart sighs "for these days i prayed." an old washing machine is humming in the background mixing with the sound of the dryers contents being tossed around. if you listen carefully the odd bird song can be heard over it all. i wonder what a birds perspective of a fresh snowy morning is. i spend my days melting into a new normal yet desperately grasping at things that feel comfy. my pen lays upon an open journal that holds the thoughts of a new wife in a strange land & i find myself there often in a day. & for a few moments i feel less of an imposter & more of me. as i stand at the sink i see my frequent bird vi...
