Snow is gently falling this morning and if there is any wind at all, it is gentle too.
My Saturday morning house is quiet and the January light reflects off the gently rotating hangy-things dangling across the kitchen window.
Yes, there does appear to be a photo in this slide show which doesn’t belong. It is meant to show that beauty can be found on a cluttered kitchen counter.
I am about to begin session three of my gentle stretching of miscellaneous newly awakened muscles.
There are miles to go before I sleep.
Feel free to take all of this and shape it in to an epic piece of poetry. My brain is currently tuned to the gentle setting and won’t cooperate.
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