Where I sit: espresso-stained wood, brushed nickel lamps and fixtures, black and white coffee mug filled with Cafe du Monde, galvanized bucket overflowing with rulers, pens, blonde wood clothespins and checkbook, canary yellow post-it notes and black and speckled black and white composition notebooks, polaroids of children’s books, small faces with downy hair.
This morning: rain, quiet, cool, the clink of the dog’s nails on the hardwood floors, the raindrop sound of me typing on the keys, Gary gone to drop Xander off at school.
My heart: old photos of children, faraway stories, fairy lights and fir trees, gray in a good way.
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