'Tis the season so they say, though thankfully nary a flake of snow drops here.
Still this fireplace is a welcomed sight, for someone such as I.
To be honest, a winter's passing in the desert isn't nearly as dreary as it sounds.
The birds chirp its usual tune, and the breeze runs through the leaves to fiddle its favourite cadenza.
And I seat here to ponder my place in this frame, this time and space.
To behold a picture that's constantly shifting; a window into the not-so still life.
To admire the simple joys of being well and alive; a door to wondrous possibilities.
The people, the streets... The bicycles, the skates...
They pass me by to tell me a hint of their individual stories.
And so I shall sit here, to ponder all, to find contentment.
All during this beautiful morn.
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