I missed posting last week. I hosted a EFM (Spouses) coffee and Thanksgiving for 8 of my fellow Americans here at post. They were both lovely events and I am thankful I was able to host them. My RA has been kicking my butt lately. So, I spent the weekend recovering. Around Thanksgiving most the public spaces in the city were closed. Some building and neighborhoods are in lockdown in my city, but I am free to move about. However, there is not anywhere open to go other than the testing booth for my daily COVID test. Since the temperature has dropped into the teens in Fahrenheit here and negative numbers in Celsius, I would not be inclined to go anywhere even if I could. I am heading home in less than two weeks on R&R to celebrate two weddings and then head to warmer waters for vacation. I am really looking forward to seeing my family and dreaming of warmer weather.
Below I poem wrote about sipping a childhood beverage. A similiar expience to what I hope to have when I am sippping my adult version in a few weeks.
Fruit Punch
Sweet
Fruity
Liquid Sunshine and happiness
Childhood in a glass
My limbs relax
A smile canters across my lips
I sink into the moment
Here and there