I made dinner and cleaned up the kitchen.
Then I stepped out back to take a break.
I made rainy day red beans and rice and
Cajun baked chicken thighs that my love
loves and a few breasts. The late afternoon
nap was not for me.
The rain falls slowly but continuously on
the metal patio roof behind me playing a
disjointed tempo all of its own drowning
out any other chords of rain. No wind
really and it is getting dark. I can hardly
see my steno pad. I am not sure what I
expected the Saturday after Thanksgiving
to be like, but this wasn’t it. The light over
the kitchen sink is on. Nap must be over.
Someone just closed the kitchen blinds.
I am sitting here in the dark, but I give
thanks to God for another day of life.
A moment of joy on this dreary dark day
comes to mind as I give thanks that it may
be too dark to see but I walk in God’s light.
