It’s cool, not cold.
Sunny, not raining…for a change.
I’m maintaining my inner peace today.
Although chaos abounded at school today, I was a still pool inside. It was like a I was in a weird non emotional state of calm. Zen like. Or just Zen. Calm.
I taught calmly. I ate calmly. I drove calmly. Where does it come from? If only I could bottle it up and save it for one of those days when I’m pulling my hair and chugging a Venti Pike Place coffee in a futile effort to regain sanity. Calm.
The curtain billows softly caressed by the gentle breeze. Afternoon sunlight turns a layer of dog hair on the wood floor into a shimmering carpet of sparkle. A lone glass of Prosecco bubbles on the end table. The guitar looks at me patiently and says, “why not?” Calm.
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