LIfe....at 4 stories up....

So....
A new chapter has begun.
As I look out my hotel window
from the 4th floor...

watching people scurry to and fro
looking like ants with no leader...
no Queen guiding them...
I guess maybe they are more like
the Borg ( for any star trek fans)

These people mill about with one collective
thought....to shop and buy....everything.

As I sit ....from my 4th story window
drinking my coffee...I listen to my
teenage son snore...loudly....

I am in a state of grace....considering
my apartment flooded...and we are ousted
from our domicile this Christmas...
There will be no presents...
NO apple cider....
No tree....( Not that I EVER liked them)
Yet...
I am completely at peace...
looking out this window...
because I am here...
and I am loved....
My mind wanders over...
and sits next to the thought
of the person...
who helped me get here.
Where I am safe...
and warm...
My son and I.
Despite life...
An angel was sent...
to watch over me.

Life...will always happen.
It's what we do after that
that makes the lasting memories.

I will never for get this Christmas..
and I will never forget the Angel
That made this ordeal bearable.