Hints of rain

Saturday morning.  I arise later than usual but everyone else is still asleep.  I love such times: quiet, unplanned, uncluttered.  I love the fact that after we cleaned out the guest room, the cat has claimed it for his own, head on the pillows, snoring.  I love being able to reflect on the week, in quiet.  Next week will bring what it will.  For now it is quiet inside, with potential for rain outside.

The house is silent.

All are sound asleep.

Even the cat is snoring

On the bed he has claimed

In the guest room.

The weather?

Overcast

With hints of rain,

Certainly past,

But rain possibly

Yet to come.

I welcome such days

Unfilled with brightness,

Noise;

Unplanned

For the time being.

Plans will come

Soon enough.

I pull together the pieces

From last week:

The trip to the terminal moraine

And back;

Clearing the house

For the cleaning lady

To come

On Friday.

The house is silent

With clean bathrooms and kitchen

Dusted and vacuumed

Silent and clean

For now.

Outside?

Hints of rain past

And yet to come.