Longleaf Stories

full circle in the hundred acre wood

I awoke this morning at five, lying on my back in bed, hands clasped tightly under my chin like some anxious child in prayer.

I heard Buck’s breathing; a gentle percussive sound on inhalation; the hint of tender endearments in each exhalation.

My hands relaxed.

For half an hour, I listened, remembered the night’s rich tapestry of dreams, and then awoke fully with the fresh cold water of an epiphany. Feet on the floor, I slipped from the room, smiling.

0 thoughts on “Breathe In, Breathe Out

  1. fletch says:

    I slept well also last night. Sometimes a state of unexplainable bliss can overtake you in those twilight hours between dreamland and wakefulness. Where it comes from no one knows, and it’s not dependent on whether the previous day or the new one coming was or will be good or bad. Oh well, your words describe it much better than I can.

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  2. mary lou says:

    WOW, I was just catching up on your trip, and you have some great photos! I have always wanted to go to Maine. No falls this trip I take it? That sounded awful! I understand the Lobster but why the chicken?

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