Last Hurrah

The day is winding down, I've edited what feels like a bajillion documents. Done some writing too, though not enough, never enough.

I come to this blank page, a page that's been waiting for me since early this morning.

Must get an earlier start tomorrow. But still, there are a few minutes left of the business day, just long enough to find this photo, one I took walking around a farm park where I used to take the girls when they were young.

I was missing their young selves so intensely that day. So much so that I could almost hear them laughing and chattering from inside this barn.

But they are all grown up now, and other little voices fill this space.