Hanging bed linens on the clothesline on a frosty crisp November morning.
Pink hair on spirited daughters.
A viral infection loosening its tenacious grip on my spent bronchial tubes.
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Evenings spent with him, holding hands and laughing and sharing looks. Evenings spent like this, regardless of what fills the minutes.
Sunrises and sunsrises. No two the same. No two experienced the same way. Colours which collide with my consciousness, clouds which reflect my inner landscapes, warmth in the rays of the sun, frankenstein coming to life.
Relativity.
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Local maple syrup, despite the economics of a poor year.
Being at home, alone, for the night. When did this last happen?
Three hours every Tuesday and Thursday evening which, in advance, feel like a huge burden, but in retrospect pass quickly, with a lot of energy, tonnes of sweat, big smiles, and an air of excitement.
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A very pleasant walk through downtown in the afternoon sun with the youngest of the 2sisters.
Elbows resting in open windows stereos loud with booming bass lines as self assured young men in souped up cars flash their smiles at the idling holiday monday sidewalk traffic.
Friends who run their first 5k and finish it feeling like another.
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Morning showers which are hot and steamy after a long run in the cool morning air.
Running under a full moon; feeling speckish and a part of it all, amorphous, skinless, uncontained and incredibly content.
When he waits, over an hour, for me to return from my morning run so we can share breakfast together.
Silly funny donkeys cavorting with the cattle in a roadside pasture, making me smile every time I pass.
The unyielding soft smoothness of my beechwood desk, familiar and comforting under my hands, arousing a nostalgia for childhood smells of lumber yard hide and seek.
Telephones which do not ring.
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best friends
The fierce tenderness of a fourteen year old’s love for her beagle best friend. Abiding and impenetrable, it takes her night after night to a small space on the living room floor where she and he, of limited movement, can companionate while they share dreams.
Puppy prednisone, relieving the pressure of a bulging disc and allowing the beagle best friend to be pain-free.
Brisk moist air brushing my cheeks and blooming blushing sitting pretty sunrises enthused infused with the promise of a day like no other.
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Nurses who run, who have passion and spontaneity, who think, and who let go…
Kettlebell novices who have a ‘WOWZERS’ experience.
Leonard Cohen.
A tropical storm which loses its oomph before arriving on our shores.
An upcoming fall season filled with the promise of new experiences, hanging ripely on the edge of this month’s calendar.
How open my heart feels when I let go of one of my crazy head stories.
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