evening

It was a hot day. And I am not a hot day person. Well, if I’m out having fun at the beach, or basking in the sun, it’s not a bother. Only my brain shuts off at 85 degrees.

I did things in half hour spurts. A little writing, a little drawing, a little staring. Not a bad day, not at all. But it was a scattered day, all around, internally and spiritually. Low expectations staved off any self-disappointment.

The wind picked up in the afternoon bringing delight to body and soul, and an almost sacred moment of a woodpecker and a chipmunk sharing the birdbath for a long sip under the hot sun.

That moment itself was worth an entire day.

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