The floors are filthy from a week’s worth of tromping in and out of the house in the snow and ice. Though we kick our shoes off at the door, we still drag winter in with us on our coats, the cuffs of our pants, the gloves we toss in our tiredness on the closest surface to catch them.
Everything in the house is coated with layers of dust.
The cupboards are near bare because there’s little time to shop during the week between work, working out and responsibilities.
Laundry is piled and waiting to be washed, or folded, or put away.
Recycling needs recycled.
Things need done.
And no matter how often we do these things, no matter how much time we spend today doing them, they’re going to need redone again. And what happens to today? It’s gone. Gone.
And I won’t get it back. But I’ll definitely get the dirty house, dirty laundry, and need to go shopping back.
It’s January. It’s sunny. And my responsibility laden life is yearning, screaming to be set free.
And I’m listening. I hear it.
If I’m not in the house…. then those things don’t really need done. So I took a different path today. And left responsibility for someone else to find. I went looking for some other stuff.
Trails to tromp
Standing at attention
Playing in the shadows
Trying to beat the freeze
Getting caught in it
Someone even sent trumpets to greet us!
And this fella who kept following me.