Morning waking. Sun shining, thoughts brewing alongside the coffee.
I worry.
The day begins. Schedules to follow, places to go. Anxiety somehow creeps into my purse like carry on luggage.
I worry.
There is little down time. A minute or two to scarf down some lunch. Yesterday's leftovers with a side of panic.
I worry.
When will it all get done? Sun is setting as the winter solstice heads toward us. Darkness setting in so many ways.
I worry.
I wash away the day, hoping to wash away so much more. My thoughts only quiet when my eyes are closed, and then, I dream.
And, I worry.