It's early.
The morning light still feels cold with sharp lines cutting between sun and shadow.
I open the blinds and catch the sunrise climbing over the power lines and trees. With its light, I breathe in a sense of possibility as I turn to the kitchen to pour myself a cup of coffee.
And then I halt. Littered across the counters and piled in the sink are dinner plates, late night Tupperware leftovers, water glasses, La Croix cans, a spaghetti pot and colander—signs of life overflowing. Read more of this post
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