The Missing Five Months

Amateur astronomy. Deneb. Antares. Polaris. Supernova. Daylight Comet-1910. Reading. Exploring.
Margaret Atwood. My Hero. ‘Life Before Man’. Bored, fractured hearts. Here, there, everywhere.
Malignant cells. 40X, 100X objective. Euphoria of diagnosis. Changing lives, timely or untimely.
Fluffy omelettes. Creature of habit. 7:30 am. Aroma, taste, solitude, thoughts. No conversations.
Navy blue zippered dress. 2011. Never worn. Muffin top. 2014. Hourglass. I see it now.
More unaccustomed earth. Giant leap to the opposite end of the country. Another leap soon.
Airports. A big brown bag. Coffee. Books. Goodbyes. Reunions. Constant motion. Move me.
Sleep. Sudden, unanticipated reprieve from work. Cloudy days. Naps. Dreams.
A particular man. Gone. Gaping void of a wasted decade. Now what?
Nephew. Two feet tornado. Foo Foo. Cuddles. Endearing attempts to bite off my cheek!
Highway. Aimless wandering. Unhurried. Finding self. Losing love. Ali, Hooda, Bhatt, Rahman.
Freedom. 2am bike rides. Stargazing. The boundless universe. Free, free, free.
Friends. Valued. Understood. Infinitely. For life.
Midnight rain. Raindrops chasing each other on my window. Don’t stop.
Writing. Words. Purpose. Passion. Syntax. Relearning.

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