A Comfortable Softness

It was the first day that tasted of summer, and there was so much work to do, as there has been much to do for so long. It was the first day that tasted of summer, and the afternoon sunlight bloomed like a thousand flowers. It was the first day that tasted of summer, and the witch changed back into pajamas.

She sat on a too-old couch covered in blankets that could use a good wash. She could stand a wash herself.

It was the first day that tasted of summer, and she tapped her scrying mirror as the ghost materialized beside her, close and comforting.

The wind swept the room, entering one window and leaving another. The air smelled of fresh water and growing things.

It was the first day that tasted of summer, and the weight of life, so heavy lately, eased as the witch browsed the mirror and showed the ghost every image and story that made her smile and laugh.

Goblins wrestling, winged cats sleeping too close to volcanoes, skeletons playing xylophones on their ribs, dragons juggling knights before eating them.

It was the first day that tasted of summer, and as they eased into an afternoon of relaxing, it was the first day that tasted of growth, repair, and fresh air.

The night would be spent working, tomorrow would be spent cleaning, the next day would be spent planning, and the cycle would continue.

But for now there is us

And the warm sun

And silly things that make us giggle

And all is well, comfortable, and perfect.

Mermaid Grilling patch

Mermaid Grilling patch ($2.00)

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