The day after Christmas arrives, and it turns out to be an unexpectedly quiet one for me.
Most of the gifts have been opened, but more will come. The barred owl that alighted just behind the backyard fence this morning was one worth noting, and the Christmas lights that continue to push away early darkness are even more appreciated now than they were two days ago.
Charlie’s gift—out on the porch—
remains wrapped up, still beribboned,
not quite forgotten in a corner.