Laying on the deck reading a book, my exposed skin baking under the midday sun, I was so grateful for the extended summer we are having.
It felt like mid-January; not a care in the world except the wasps zooming about and making sure that I changed positions enough to avoid a crick in the neck.
One day I'll look back at this time, envious of the peace. I had better make the most of it.
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