It Will Dry

Some days - I don't know.

Where I'm going. What's my next step. What to do first. What to do second. After that.

They say it's okay. That it's good. 
They tell me to find comfort in this discomfort.
To embrace it.
To learn to live within the endless questions.  

Just one thing.

Sweep the dust.
Wash the floors.
Hang the laundry.
Watch and wait .
It will dry. The answers will come. 

There's no color. There's little life.

What of the beauty?
What of the light?

The skiers are lamenting the lack of white. I - too - am missing the snow. It doesn't feel like winter  - quite.

Some days - I don't know.
I have no answers.
I do have this.

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For those of you who have been with me for awhile...
you know how much I love hanging laundry.