Tonight, I came home from my Krav Maga class to find the house dark and quiet—an unusual phenomenon at 10:00 PM. (We are night owls.) This is where I dropped my gear before I headed into the kitchen to find something to eat. When I wandered back through, I noticed the flickering light of the candle (don’t worry—it’s not real—it’s battery operated. No fire danger here!) and the way my duffel was placed underneath it, almost like an offering placed at an altar.
I don’t know who would want an offering of sweaty gym gear, but I liked the quiet stillness in the house after a busy day and an intense evening—and even more, I like the promise of getting to do it all over again tomorrow.
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