Saturday respite

It feels calm.

I have honey sandwiches, a new sundress,  bees in the garden, peaches to eat.

It feels calm.

There’s been tons of rain, the weather is balmy, dogs are snoozing, Tom Waits is singing.

It feels calm.

There are bubbles in the air, a blue balloon, a little girl giggles; a butterfly.

It feels calm.

We have rooftops to dance on, rivers to swim in, wine to drink, men to make love to, women to laugh with, cupcakes to eat, new friends and old, strangers and dog walks and there’s always cake.

It feels calm.

It feels that way.

We all know it isn’t.


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