My dog and I have this in common: when we are anxious, the sun helps. Today we sit outside together, nowhere to go, just here, to smell and to feel and to listen.
It is 33ยบ outside, and I am driving with my windows down, my open hand in the blowing cold, the angle of my arm steering the flight of January air so it fills my car with itself.
I can check the weather later. I can think about the things I need to write in the cards I need to buy, but later. I can worry about who will watch my dog tomorrow, if it storms, later;