Besotted, every day

That sun over there is edging upward, almost in place, ready to spill its glory onto my little corner of this big world. In truth, I am at its mercy this time of year. My big windows do their very best to capture as much of it as they can and to drench my old wooden floors with its significantly awesome pleasure.

It is why we are.

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