every night I walk several hours.
my baby has decided she does not like to stand still.
my husband and I take turns walking.
it has turned into a kind of poem.
a sleep deprived repetitive motion during which I notice the sound of the leaves and hear my feet hitting the ground.
tap tap tap tap tap tap
most nights I notice the sky, the clouds, the sunset, the hills in the distance.
little gifts amidst the chaos.