New World (pt 2) prose
I wake up with the sun. Only once I realize that I'm awake do I hear my cat, my goat, my chickens, already making a fuss. My wife is still asleep, her rhythm makes her more of a night owl. I wrap myself in a thick shawl I was given for Solstace, and pad around the home and yard filling bowls and spreading seed. The chickens have eggs, and the goat, milk for me. I thank them for their help.