The air is chilled
The mist is rising
Above the pond
Across the way.
Mourning doves
Awake and cooing
Call their greeting
For the day.
The sky is waking
Colors getting brighter
And slowly chasing
Away the gray.
I hold my coffee
Think of you
And set my intention
For the day.
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I found myself sitting on the deck this morning, cat in lap, coffee in hand, setting my intention for today. Feeling like I had lost yesterday to the fog, the pain. A kindred spirit indeed.
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