The river is a wild whisper in the night, rushing with yesterday’s full length of rain. The stars. The cold air, heavy with moisture. The hot tub. The husband. The cup of coffee at three in the afternoon that gave me the boost to get past dinner and the kids’ bedtime. The daffodils I’m going to dig up tomorrow with a beloved friend. The snuggling child in bed, smiling at my kiss. The rustling of covers. The good night.