Late afternoon; strange calm. The air is warm and clingy and in this slanting, honey-gold light, eucalypt takes on a richer tone as it clashes against the blue. The air feels almost like rain soon, but no clouds mar the flawless forget-me-not sky. I am back where I need to be for the moment. I am back in the frying pan.
It's been a strange week. In some ways, a fitting end to the summer; throwing plates and breaking more than china. Still, hearts mend like bones if you let them, and we walk on through the craziness we've made and come out okay, if a little changed. We live with the choices we make.
We live.
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