I lean back, sip coffee, and watch the rain beat down an empty cardboard box sagging outdoors. The movers left Monday and I scan the boxes still stacked inside my office. I’ve got to unpack this stuff.
Brown, elastic tape wraps over and around each folded corrugated top. A knife or scissors could cut through this chaos and I’d find a home for whatever’s packed inside. Probably lots of items tightly wrapped in paper.
My cat strolls in and lounges onto my lap. She purrs, saying, “What’s the rush?” I scratch her ear and her love motor cruises into a slow second gear. I sip more coffee and watch rain beat down that cardboard box.