At the end of the day at the end of the year

It's the beginning of the day

breathe out heavier

walking into school

trying to make a white cloud in the air.

It's the middle of the day

stick my fingers into my pockets

between hitting the nine-square ball

plant my feet in the snow

trying not to get it in my boots.

It's the end of the day

sort of

close my eyes

breathe in

open my eyes

breathe out

let my worries be right here

while I go skiing.

It's the end of the day

glide

pole

glide

pole

rhythm

rhythm

rhythm

rhythm.

It's the end of the day

admire the sunset

because today it's dusty pink

but tomorrow who knows what

it will look like?

It's the end of the day

grateful for the glow of the string lights

on the deck

pulling into the driveway.