My Refuge

The sky was blue today, and a luscious breeze blew thru the living room.

If you walked up close enough, you could hear the buzz of hundreds of bees humming in the wildflowers towering over the faucet on the side of the house.

A crescent moon hung in the sky as the last evidence of day glowed dimly in the west. The heat of the day subsided. Cricket began to sing.

I shudder to think of a weekend without this. It is only this that keeps me going: the sky, the bees, the flowers, the breeze, the moon, the sounds of night. I need this: a slow day, a seat outside, and these things around me. I won't make it long without them. I think there's something wrong with me.

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