Settling in with the Setting Sun

Her toes curled in her damp socks, drying in front of the little space heater beneath her desk. A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in endless circles. A blanket resplendent in the maize-and-blue of her alma mater was layered over her knees while a mighty 20lb weighted blanket settled over her exhausted shoulders. Her hair, once gloriously the source of a dirty blonde’s vanity, was growing as lank and as dark as her seasonal mood, but thankfully well out of the way thanks to Ma’s old no fuss no muss, messy bun technique. Yes, she had finally settled with the setting sun, just about ready to really dive into a long-neglected watchlist, when a text alert from her sometimes-on-sometimes-very-off “lovely” popped into view from the corner of her eye:

Pub? ;P

Without setting down her coffee, she reached over to respond, and gently flicked the phone off her desk, only momentarily upsetting the cat lounging beside the balcony window.

“Hush now, darling. It’s time for a movie.”

Snow brings a hushed cold,
Yet even so, I can hear,
Our hearts beating time.

Prompt: from the kind writers over at the pub, dVerse, “Winter” as part of their Haibun Monday Series, celebrating the chill of my most beloved of seasons.

26 thoughts on “Settling in with the Setting Sun

  1. Masa, this:

    A cup of coffee-milk (to call it milk-coffee was to stretch towards fantasy) moved around her face: first to her left cheek, then her forehead, over to the right cheek, her lips, and then back again in endless circles.

    is easily some of the most humanly relatable and imaginable imagery that I’ve read recently.

    Well done!

    -David

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  2. I am a real fan of such snapshots, these intimate moments, and so well-suited to the haibun form. Good writing makes for good reading, and there were different emotions coming forth as I read through the scene you described, to the flicking away of the phone. I really liked your haibun, for its dreamy feel, tinged with little details that add nuances, the damp socks, the coffee ‘ritual,’ the fixing of the bun, these say more than they say…your haiku set it all off very well…

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    1. You are much too kind, friend. I’m glad for your wide-ranging emotional palette, and doubly so for your appreciation. I adore a good vignette or intimate snapshot. Thank you, thank you.

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    1. I think she’s a well-loved lady, this. Clearly popular enough to attract her lovely, but self-love is so important.

      And of course, these cats keep popping up. Can’t stop them.

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    1. “Created” lends itself too much to assume my agency. She sprung from my mind, yes, but spontaneous manifestation is much closer to the truth. All I did was give her the blanket.

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