Sunday, March 13, 2011


Darkness presses against the windows of the family room.

Frogs are croaking love songs from the terrace fountain.

The fire whispers a lullaby inside where I and the ones I love are finishing up our day.

It is the end of my weekend. I am packing my mental bags and getting them ready for the start of my work week.

One more item to do and then I shall close the book on this weekend and crawl inside my flannel sheets and close my eyes.

Spring forward. Time change today.

I feel a tingle of happiness that Spring is rounding the corner with Summer a few car lengths behind.

Winter is hanging on though. She blew around today stomping her feet and beating against the freshly budding trees.

She is moody...for she knows her time is short.

I share her moodiness. I am clinging to the last dredges of my weekend trying to wring the last few moments from it.

But it is time.


Time I am off to bed.


Laoch of Chicago said...

This captures the end of the weekend angst quite well.

Haphazardkat said...

Laoch: Angst is a most excellent word :)

Aafrica said...

you write so beautifully.

Haphazardkat said...

Aafrica: you are most kind :)

Not So Simply Single said...

Yes, I know that feeling... Sometimes the weekends are just not long enough! For sure!