It was bright and overcast at the same time. The sun dominated half of the sky, while the other half yielded to dark threatening clouds. It was still hot and bright, enough so that I was cheering on the clouds and wishing for rain. It never came, but it was a beautiful day regardless of my momentary discomfort. I was secretly grateful for it because I know winter is coming to New England sooner than I appreciate.
– Written for Day 7 of Awake August 2016, 31 Days of Mindful Writing in the form of Small Stones (concise daily observations) from Writing Our Way Home.
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