missed yesterday.
took a train with the boy today, visiting dear family not seen for many years, and some seen recently.
boy watched the world go by through the train window: trees, waterways, small town centers, clouds.
waiting on a babe to come. he's starting and pausing on his passage here, determining his own time.
A lark constellation hangs in the night sky, beating its wings as it lifts off the ground. Everything I love, this whole earth, is under the lark.
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