2.12.2013

Time out: Breathe.

The dictionary can wait.  Now, it's time for something different.

A house, not too large, and not to small.  Clean.  Surrounded by flowers.  A stool on the porch, some pots of fresh-picked posies nearby.  Sun streaming through rafters, and a little wind.

My happy place.

Boundaries, privacy, I can be who I am without permission or obligation.

I am enjoying this pause.



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