Autumn’s leaves blazing.
Hot coffee with cream.
That bygone feeling from decades ago, of one of our sleeping babies on my shoulder, soft and smelling of Johnson’s shampoo.
A crackling fireplace.
Living in a new and beautiful state.
That story I cannot put down.
A belly laugh.
Open doors and windows.
A long walk with a new friend.
Our dogs resting their golden heads in my lap.
Pumpkin bread.
Our family, together around the dinner table.
A deep sleep in chilly weather.
That one Bible verse, read again, with sudden and new understanding.
Praying friends.
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