Hands poised at the keyboard, I search for the simple.
What few words can convey something worth saying?
This morning I don’t feel like an artful dance to weave a way into the telling. I want potency in a small dosage.
And as I seek and come short, the Bohemian sounds, as if on cue. From his early morning shower, where he must be peering out that little rectangle window looking East, he calls his line.
“Sunrise…”
Ah, of course. I step out to soak in rising light.
Sunshine elixir in a single drop.
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