Recovering

A quiet day with Sue. We sat on several benches at Crystal Springs and watched sky fall into water. 

Ducks, fall-blossoming cyclamen, a passing train, geese honking overhead. 

Back at her house, a nap, a game of cribbage, a Miss Marple we hadn't seen before. My heart, which has been pounding wildly and erratically for a few days, is coming back to its customary irregularity, and as it does, I feel more grounded, less out-of-it.