car is the inner chamber on the drive home, no sounds, stretching arms at a stop light. driving home is the palette cleanser between the end of the work day and the beginning of the evening and my life waiting for me at home.
gratitude…oh, this is what it “feels” like to be content, surrounded
by such beauty.
gratitude for noticing.
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