Goslings

I board with my gut in the same   tangle as the earphones in my carry-on, invest in gin and tonic distraction.   Warmth eddies around my tongue, seeps through the ice jam in my jaw and shoulders. Just a hint of quinine bitters; same bite that silences me in circular...

Retirement

No longer needing to commute, we move out of the city seeking inside-snow-globe quiet, trade tail lights for tails, cow, deer, fox, dog.   View from my kitchen window two swayed back mares eating hay, sleeping, their world defined by white fence and barbed wire.  ...