Blueberry Bucket
The roar of a small engine rushing down the street wakes me on this late Thursday afternoon. At first I’m alarmed by the amount of light in the room, the patterns in the wallpaper. I sit up too fast and my head reels. And then I remember; driving for a couple of hours in the morning rain. Pulling up on the familiar patch of grass and feeling my body finally relax for the first time in months. There was a rush to get inside, pulling the essentials for the next few days out of the car and dashing across the narrow street to the back door. Everything put away in its place. And then a nap.
