mindful writing, day <30

the warm yellow light of late day sun through the trees on the ridge

new snow on least year’s sumac seed heads

bittersweet vines in white pines

the scrunch of boots in snow

a purple card, here on my desk, reminding me to pause


I am pausing


the smell of cinnamon from pumpkin muffins in the oven

and the quiet roar of my head, familiar, like a complex drum beat of whatabouts whatifs and maybes….

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