From January 5, 2013
Under the light
At the other end of the couch,
My daughter sleeps.
At this end, 
Her dog and I share slices 
Of a smoked gouda
Until I slide his bad Dachshund self
Back under the fleece blanket,
And he sleeps
With his head resting on my thigh.
He breathes in time with my daughter
While I make these notes.
Waves of heat emanate from the furnace
And crash on the shores of their dreams
As I watch and take notes.
I have never been closer to peace.
This is a warm place.
I feel my own heart beat.
One Single Impression