The Ring Returns

Wedding ring is back on my finger after being resized so as to avoid flying into the neverwhere and becoming nevermore. I missed it terribly during its two-week surgery: couldn’t shake the feeling that I had gone backwards in life, reverted to some primordial-ooze state, slithering about in an indecipherable and flavorless alphabet soup.

Its weight, its heft,  both physical and symbolic, is welcome.

Stuck in my head: Emmylou Harris and Dave Matthews, MY ANTONIA.