It's been a couple months since last time, so let's have another go at the random CD prompt - choose a song as randomly as you like and use its first line as your own, be it in poetry or prose. Credit where it's due, as it always is.
Tomorrow I just need to put together two local orders, as well as a restaurant order. And that's it. No 8 or 9 produce boxes, no working on Wednesday in order to supply the restaurant with what they need.
I'm rather looking forward to it.
Don't Know Why by Norah Jones
I waited 'til I saw the sun before waking the others. They were upset with me at first, grumbling and pushing me away. But slowly they realized that their faces were being warmed by something other than a campfire. That they could see farther into the woods surrounding us than the handful of feet we had grown accustomed to.
Understanding dawned upon them like the sun upon the land.
"Is it over?" someone asked, his voice hoarse but his words scented with a blossom of hope.
I wanted to tell him that it was. That normality was returning to us. That the aftermath of the bombs could be left behind, allowing us to go back. To the city, to our jobs, to our families. But I couldn't tell him that.
For the truth was... it had only just begun.