Curled up next to me
in the bed, her regular breathing a reassuring ebb and flow. First
sun warms the long curtains, glowing folds wave slowly in harmony
with the lake beyond. Feet hitting the treadmill, their cadence
marking a journey to many places beyond their immediate path to
nowhere.
Late afternoon sun warms our backs as waves break dramatically on stage, their rhythmic crash unceasing, hypnotic. Nestled in a lawn chair under the oak canopy, the Chiminea pops and cracks as it eats the yard debris thrown hastily into it's greedy maw. As embers dim and quiet, I hear the pulse of my own blood as much as feel it. Cool breezes appear unexpectedly, lured in by the tree frogs, now all dressed up and yelling for their nightly rumspringa to begin.
Late afternoon sun warms our backs as waves break dramatically on stage, their rhythmic crash unceasing, hypnotic. Nestled in a lawn chair under the oak canopy, the Chiminea pops and cracks as it eats the yard debris thrown hastily into it's greedy maw. As embers dim and quiet, I hear the pulse of my own blood as much as feel it. Cool breezes appear unexpectedly, lured in by the tree frogs, now all dressed up and yelling for their nightly rumspringa to begin.
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