A day of cannot do, do not have, cannot figure out, and what now. I went for a walk in the drizzle. Like a heating blanket on pre-heat the drizzle soaked my hair, skin and clothes. Just a 15 minute walk. Not much. A squirrel peaked behind a tree, as wet as me, to say hello. I walked through, not around, a puddle and created a splash. Drops of rain played on my hair’s slip and slide and raced down my cheeks. And when I returned, two small feathers, dwarfed by droplets of rain taking a nap, awaited me. I still cannot do, do not have, cannot figure out, and do not know what next and the night still awaits. I went for a walk in the rain. A short walk. Timid trust. And two feathers drying beside me.