Now We Rest
I hear the pitter patter of rain on my roof. I hear the cars whooshing by on the wet street. They are lulling me to sleep.
I see the vague shadow of the Ridge shrouded in a thick, grey mist. I miss the sun.
I feel the chill of the air, even as I lie nestled under blankets. Its painful penetration going deep into my bones.
I, too, feel shrouded in a fog. I am tired. I am slow.
There is much to be done.
Life is relentless. The to-do list continues to grow. Time waits for no one.
But those decisions are out of my grasp now. This body of mine is calling the shots.
And it's last call. Time to shut down.
I don't want to. There are still many hours left in the day.
But again, it's not my call.
It's time to succumb.
So, now we rest.