Lazy Sundays fly by me.

Puppy cuddles and a million trips outside to pee.

One foot in front of the other.

Inhale for three, exhale for two.

The buzz of the phone as another text comes in.

Plans, dreams, hopes sent a few words at a time.

Stretch sore muscles and fend off a puppy attack.

Early dinners that are really late lunches.

Curl up on the couch under a hand knit afghan.

Laughter and slow conversation that know there’s all the time in the world.

Slow down and just be.


About texancountess

I find myself in the calming roar of the sea, floating gently on the foam of the breaking waves. Blue. Green. Gray. The colors of the sea mark the boundaries of my soul. The tumbled glass finds its polish under the relentless pounding of the waves upon the shore. Thus am I. Rough transitioning to polish, refinement ever a process, finding my niche in the storms of life.
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