I worry.

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.