Some Days are Stones
Some days are diamonds. This is not.
I woke this morning with the image of Joe Cool dancing to a melody Schroeder was banging out on the piano. I hit the snooze because it’s what I do. Snoopy stopped dancing and I got ten more minutes. Happy feet can’t be still, though and when he started again I got up.
The day ahead was full of promise. Of hope. Of field trips and new shoes. Of sack lunches and smoothies. Little things that mean worlds to little people who mean the world.
The world turns — quickly.
Why’s fall from trembling lips as tears fall from sad eyes. How comes are without explanation. There are no answers — none suitable.
I’m sorry will have to do.
Today is Earth Day and I’m going to be digging a hole though I’m not planting a tree. Rather I’ll be saying goodbye to a sweet friend, and the greatest attack cat ever.
Goodbye, Cinnamon
