Another Year Runs On By

Blue light pours into the window as I stand by the stove top, boiling water for my cup of instant coffee. It's eerily quiet in the house now that the nights are too cold to leave the windows open; the only sound is that of the tinkling water in the kettle. On the one hand, I miss the early morning cacophony of backyard birdsong, but on the other, I think of my two kids asleep in their beds, hoping I won't wake them as I go about my preparations and slowly slip out the door.

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