A flocked Christmas tree is up in the corner of my kitchen. The warm scent of pecan praline coffee wafts throughout the kitchen. My fuzzy slippers move a bit more slowly in the morning now, arthritic hips and a thirty year old back injury to blame.
Crows are cawing loudly. It’s a different insistence from their normal fuss. I think, an owl must be nearby, and no sooner had that thought crossed my mind, an owl took flight from her hidden perch through the trees, clearly annoyed having been mobbed so early in the day. I can’t help but smile.
I don’t let life get too complicated. I prefer keeping things simple these days. Just reading a good book with a cozy blanket and soft ambient jazz in the background hits better than any hedonistic pleasure of my youth. I am living my best life and it was well worth the wait.
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