Winter’s early cold has gathered
steam against the windows,
softening the lights’ reflection.
Standing in the doorway,
I strain above the hum of the dryer
to hear my son
as he narrates his play by whisper
in the old claw foot bathtub.
I should be helping him,
but he hasn’t noticed me there,
and the teacup is warm in my hands.
Finally he stills and calls to me — Dad?
I thought you were going to keep me company?
Of course I am.
Of course I am.
bussokuseki 
Hey, this is fabulous stuff.
Again, please.
Michael
I will try… Be well, my friend~
Three bows to you across the miles – have a wonderful holiday season, and take care…
Early winter –
I thought I was going visiting
but the person has come here ~ Buson
of course I am…
I stood in many doorways, listening to beautiful sounds around the corner. xo
Lovely.
Thank you Chris, so wonderful to hear from you. Hope you are well~
Nice. 🙂 I see he’s yet to learn that comforts of company are at best, sometimes subtle. He’ll glean this from his wise Dad one day. Thanks for the comforting words and warming visual.
They are really very subtle, aren’t they? Thank you for that framing, Eric, I had not considered my experience that way. Wonderful. Be well~
Sublime. Thank you.
Thank you, Charlotte, so happy to have you say so. Be well, my friend~