This evening the windows are open, the fans are running on low, the back door is ajar. I can hear the ebb and flow of traffic, regulated by the traffic light down the block just as the waves at the beach crash and retreat at the guidance of the moon.
The air conditioner is off.
There is a cool breeze gently rustling the leaves from time to time. Zoe is snoring at my feet.
And I am revived.
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Celebrating our overcast morning! One of these days you may need to ship me off to the shores of the emerald isle.
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