sabbath

The Summer schedule continues.

A fluttering breeze makes the wind sock dance, the branches shake, the clouds pour over the mountainside in small groups. Throughout the morning, a chipmunk, sometimes two, scurries through the branches out my window.

It is a day which seeps into one’s soul and does happy things, calming things. I take a deep breath, filling my lungs with the clean, letting my muscles become like the branches. Nothing profound occupies my time, so far, and that is fine. The sabbath announces itself today, and I heed the call.

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