Memories & Morning Pages

I'm sitting on the front step this morning, drinking tea and writing Morning Pages. A jar of sun coffee steeps in the warm brightness beside me, box elder bugs skitter at my feet....

The neighborhood is dewy and filled with birdsong and the hum of bees. I can smell tree blossoms mixed with... what, exactly?... perhaps lawnmower exhaust, and suddenly my head is filled with the memories of being Up At The Lake. Good times.

The idea that all is particularly content in my little corner of the world gives me a happy shiver. Especially precious and fleeting! I plan to enjoy it while it lasts....
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