Waiting to exhale

It was a busy day.

I step into the soft light of
the after-dinner kitchen
where the dishes are done
and the countertops
are wiped clean and
find the exhale
I've been chasing
all day.

 

MICRO-MEMOIR - It was a good day, not a bad day.

Just busy.

This feeling sweeps over me after busy days, and holidays, too. When all the hustling, running, and doing slows down. Days when things finally stop ... because the day has come to an end.

This one sentence micro-memoir could be expanded, but I like the idea that it captures that sweet, familiar moment when nothing more needs to be done ... or said.