There’s a lost sock again, and I am beginning to think there are elves in my dryer, off somewhere now having a Sock Hop. Once upon a time I folded tiny socks, onesies, bibs. Today I dump baby moose-sized clothing into clean baskets, and announce that it’s all ready to be put away. (Teenaged groan. Teenaged. Grown.) In just a few weeks all these clothes will go straight from basket to suitcase, straight from desert to my Lake. But today I revel in the modern marvels of gentle agitation, air conditioning, and a fresh pair of yoga pants.
Indigo stained sky;
a bleached bone moon folds into
a spin cycle sea.
It’s Haibun Monday over at dVerse, with Toni hosting. Come play!