you have reached the winter of our discontent... - Day

11:07PM - old calendar pages, post-it notes, menus, wrapping paper, her homework...

1000 cranes you folded for me.

we'd read the legend of sadako together
and i remember when you started...
for no other reason than that i asked.

we couldn't decide why.
we couldn't decide for whom.

1000 cranes have been waiting for a cause.
i decided tonight that they would keep me whole this winter.
i held each one in my hand, determined to
allow these bits of folded paper to be my salvation.

thank you.
for this and more, thank you.