Escaping to coffee

    Now home. The jar of worms opened as soon as
the door hit my rear. Ah welcome home, right?

    A downpour of rain to soothe all growlings. Soon
off to read and absorb my missed coffee. Maybe
even a jaunt to the craft store for some yarn. Shrugs
who knows.

    Unsure if I will see friends or not. Not counting on
it but surprises are known to happen.

    Grateful that the day of meticuliously slow work is
over. Definitely trying to let the warmth of the sunlight
kiss my face.

    Holding onto a hope. Perhaps. Maybe? Oh
a smile presses into the sky as I squint my eyes.
Listening to the birds chatter. Ah yes calm.

    Now placing of denim over paleness. Cocoa butter
to heat up senses. Decorated in plums and turqouise.
Softly placing copper strands to side and out the
door I go.

    La. Dear friend I hope to see you but la.