It's funny how sometimes a person can reappear unexpectedly in your life, take center stage all over again for a little while, and make you realize both how much and how little things change.
Today I find myself at home, a surprise day off from work because of having to work this Sunday, and so far it's been a productive day. Laundry washed, dishes done, floors swept, red shawl washed and blocking in the bedroom, turquoise shawl worked on for a bit. But somehow in between these things, in those quiet moments between one breath and the next, something catches.
It feels, strangely, a little bit like grief.