Traffic was slowed by last night’s storm. I was at a crawl in my car at 8th and Sherman on my way to the highway when I noticed a man and woman at the bus stop two-stepping in the bright white snow. In hats and gloves and scarves and coats, they made their way around the sidewalk floor. The woman threw her head back with a wide-open laugh as the man held her close with a pleased smile on his face.
I met for wine with my writer friend Tuesday night. She was asking me what motherhood was like. ”I mean, how much time do you get to write?” I had to think about it for a second. When was the last time I even had time to read? Now that I am more comfortable with my role, being mommy, I feel like I have time to SLEEP again. Order of priority: sleep, eat, read, write. One or two or all have suffered greatly this year.
I have missed finding characters at bus stops.