Alcove

Most of my life I've searched out alcoves. When I was a child, I would climb to the top of my closet and tucked into the dimly lit peak would steal time from homework or chores to daydream or finish my book. These days, there are no alcoves for me to escape to (without leaving the child for whom I'm responsible), much less the time to steal, but every so often the evenings afford a little time to sit. And perhaps, I'm hoping, this might be a good vein to record the ramblings of day to day life.