I stood at the window listening to the geese fly overhead. A particularly big V, I had to imagine. It was already dark.
Inside, my people were arguing.
We spent most of the day trying to clear out clutter. Why, oh why, does it still look as full as ever?
Completely submerged, I listened, in the deeper quiet, to the sound of the water pass in the pipes. Tonight I opened my eyes. After a moment it didn't even sting.