I am still lamenting my lack of hipster style and expression, but here we go:
There was something almost musical and magical about waking up the fire this morning. A rhythm and a slowness of life that I usually miss. Sounds of the coffee pot percolating joined in with the ‘click-click-click’ of a fire fighting its own morning grogginess.
It was a yesterday of epic hardness. And after a long saga of events there is really no point in repeating, I was driving home feeling pretty discouraged. Of course, this is why we need other people. People like my dad who has recently turned into a handsome prince with all the courtly gestures. And like my sister who has been flat out busy for a while but took the time to call and really connect.
Nevertheless, here is hoping today is a little easier.
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