there is something about walking into work, most likely into the wind, at 7 a.m.
driest air, so crispy cool.
countless construction workers carrying packaged lunch coolers.
i cherish fighting over free parking with these dedicated early risers.
ants are such a tease.
surely they know they tickle so well
as i try my hardest to let them stomp around on my big toe without laughing.
oh, to share common ground with ones so tiny.
waking up to a spring morning has never been
so welcoming as i remember.
Nature must have chorus practice for first period.
perfect practice makes perfect.
His child rocked me to tears.
though she fell asleep in my arms
i observed an irreplaceable gift of faith.
she trusted that she would be cared for, and rested soundly.
may we learn from Your ways.
thank You for taking time to care for
the smallest of Yours.
always.
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