SUNDAY
Today is beautiful. The sun is perfectly herself and birds all know their favorite songs. Songs I never knew I always had are playing. There is iced coffee. One striped white and blue dress and a 70s polka dot silk blouse have been on the clothesline for three days. They’ll come inside when its time. Today I want to take time to do things I must. Like that stretch I just stretched. There is no rush. Earlier I walked carrying kale, eggs and fake cream cheese in a brown paper bag. I heard what I thought was the Lords Prayer which actually turned out to be a choir of small children singing along to a rap song on the radio. A tall man in a beige suit and dark skin laughed and I laughed. We laughed. And if that is the highlight of my day, I am still pleased. I have eight hundred and seven minutes to feel all the things id like to feel today.
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