Two dark-haired beauties grace my front yard most Monday evenings…

I find myself gripping so often. Holding tight to whatever it is that I am afraid of losing. Even in my sleep apparently. In the midst of waking up I occasionally find my hands in fists, curled tightly around my blankets, holding on to sleep or a dream perhaps.

I want to tackle a subject that is hard for me.
Not in normal times. Not in what I would call predictable times.
I’m talking about right now - in these times.