Long, dark days alone
Habit well-practiced for years
My coffee brings cheer
Grateful that strongly suggested isolation began after the bone-chilling months of in-between, she pulls on sweats and Tee, runs a handful or two of tap water through her hair and over her face. The cat’s been provisioned, his vomit mopped up (what he hasn’t re-eaten). She’s set to go.
And yet, even as an introvert, she misses noisy Happy Hours she was pleased to walk away from, the long hikes with the usual crowd strung like pearls through wooded path and prairie.
The Keurig mimics her sigh.
© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2020)
Carrot Ranch Prompt (05/07/2020): In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story to nourish. The characters can nourish or be nourished. What else can be nourished? A tree? A setting? Does the sunset nourish the soul? Go where the prompt leads!
Valley of the Trolls 
Yes, even those of us who thrive on solitude are missing company. I’ll happily pass on noisy cafes, but I do miss my choir.
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I appreciate the duality of being an introvert during COVI-19 times in that we celebrated quarantine only to realize we need connection.
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Yes! You said so much in so few words. And I think that’s part of the frustration we all fear..it’s one thing to stay home because you want to. It’s quite another to be ordered to do so for an indefinite amount of time.
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Now there is a line for the ages.
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I like what you did here- and Kerrigan such– haha
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The haiku brought a smile. And recognition; the timing sort of fit the season, the weather… and the cat, well, the cat slept on and puked, here and there. And, while solitary crazy cat ladies adapted fairly well… yeah… enough already, let us choose to distance, not have to.
Take care. Be well.
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