Sitting in a pretty little house in central California with a mellow breeze coming in through the open windows, it occurs to me that truly relaxing is a fine art. With everything we are accosted by in this strange adult playground we are navigating through, the proposition of sitting under a tree or sipping a mimosa in the morning sun takes preparation to carry out well. The peace in this house has soothed the wrinkles in my forehead. The sun is not too hot and Anna is asleep on the sofa with the cat. The call of the green grass is gentle and undeniable...
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
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