Good Morning December

I was at Mom's yesterday.  She needs someone there most of the time now.  Although my brother helps a lot,  my days are  way too full.   My back hurts.   The house is a mess.   I am scattered.   Sometimes just putting a few scraps together makes me feel more together.  I enjoy the sense  that all those little separate bits are still  one somehow.   That pieces of a story that fell apart can be put back together in some useful way.  The sun rose warm like a promise this morning.    The view is more open through the storm thinned trees.   It is almost like some trees fell down to give me  a  sense of space and a better view of the old sea.    I suppose any change is a gift of new vision.   It is a December walking day.   Now where did I put my shoes?