Bliss

April 14th, 2010

The sun is slowly sinking over the horizon and I find myself curled up in a quilt with a cup of coffee enjoying the peaceful songs of the local birdie band. I can’t see them, but I can certainly hear them and I find myself wondering if the bats who made their appearance yesterday evening will come around again tonight.

It is far from summer and the temps are chilly, but I can’t help but want to spend every waking moment outside. If Marcel would think I’d lost my mind, I’d try to pull my hammock out and sleep here.

Bliss, I tell you, bliss

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