i made myself a big cup of tea when i got home from the bookstore tonight. a really tall mug that almost needed 2 teabags. i put milk and cane sugar in it and curled up in a comfy chair with stella. the windows are open and the breeze is soothing. i'm relaxed. the breeze is turning into wind. i think there will be rain soon. the wind is getting loud in the leaves, and through the hydrangeas and hollyhocks in the front garden. it's starting to moan around the house and push at the windows, shaking them. it happens so quickly, the winds whipping into the potential of a storm. tom has closed the windows now, on his way up to bed. i've finished my tea. and stella has gone upstairs with tom. stella will be waiting on my side of the bed when i go up. she has calmed me this summer. taken the anxieties that were beginning to creep in during the night and smoothed them away. she curls herself into my arms while i'm sleeping, so i'm comforted by her warm and rhythmed breathing. she knows we're connected. we always have been. but she has decided that i need her now, while before, it was her that needed me. she is paying me back, absorbing my troubles and giving me easy sleeps. so i'll head up to my warm bed, tucked up in the trees and listen to the storm brew around us.
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