gusts of winter wind
rushing toward morning
scraping chairs along the deck
flinging buckshot rain
against my window
I DON’T WANT TO GET UP…
gusts of winter wind
rushing toward morning
scraping chairs along the deck
flinging buckshot rain
against my window
Transformed By Meeting That Which I'm Not
GETTING THERE FROM HERE
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That was us yesterday morning. There was thick frost this morning, and I still didn’t want to get up!
understand
Confessional . . .
It’s really hot here in Texas!!!
was here as well until about a month ago 🙂