A load of laundry in the washer. The last of the cookies cooling on the counter. A meatloaf in the oven. Italian beef and barley soup in the refrigerator, waiting to be divvied up into single serving freezer containers.
Bright sunshine streaming in through the windows. Topaz and ruby leaves dancing madly in the steady winds. The scent of the neighbor's wood fire.
Blank pages in the quiet time and personal journals, waiting to be filled; an afternoon to spend filling them.
Contentment.
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