happy saturday
It is Saturday morning and my house remains mostly still.
I hear the wind moving in the soft leaves of the trees outside.
Once in a while a light breeze rushes through the open window.
I hear birds too, chirping and chattering a late morning song.
The day is ahead of me, but I feel content in this moment
standing in my kitchen
writing these brief words
letting the world move around me.
With gratitude,
Joanna
It is Saturday morning and my house remains mostly still.
I hear the wind moving in the soft leaves of the trees outside.
Once in a while a light breeze rushes through the open window.
I hear birds too, chirping and chattering a late morning song.
The day is ahead of me, but I feel content in this moment
standing in my kitchen
writing these brief words
letting the world move around me.
With gratitude,
Joanna
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