one minute after another…

Today is a quiet day.
The past few days our town has been full of smoke from a fire miles away and you can’t really go outside without wanting to cough.
Today is overcast and cool.  I turned down the television and I can hear the kids playing during P.E. at the middle school.
I wonder if she is one of the girls I hear up there.
What did people say about her hair today?
Did someone pick on her and hurt her feelings?  Did people love it and like her father said, ‘did it set her free’?
What will come of the new hair color?

I’ve been down most of the morning. Mostly on the verge of tears thinking about everything there is to think about. Worried about everything there is to worry about. Worrying about old things from my past and things that haunt my future.
The medicine doesn’t seem to be working today.  My head is full of ghosts.

I am forgetting the fine art of breathing…and it has nothing to do with the smoke that still lingers in the air.