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Ha. Wow.

The little things.

The little things that I’ve missed.

Sitting here on a Saturday morning. The windows open, the weather cool. Looking out of my windows at the cityscape. Book open in hand, reading, turning pages in a leisurely way.

There’s a sense of tranquility, and a lack of urgency that I embrace.  A sensible lack of direction, a peaceful lull after a storm filled journey.

A desire to stay and stop, and feel time swirl gently around me, neither moving forward nor back.

I’ve forgotten how powerful contentment is.

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