I spent the morning tackling my day calendar, entertaining my toddler, and drinking coffee. I’m a multitasker and usually have something keeping me company in the background, be it music, a show, or my kiddo singing songs. Laundry, dishes. Etsy listings and emails. Art show preparations and music track editing. There’s always something, and everything, always to follow the current task.
And I like it. I don’t mind the flow when it flows, and the rhythm that’s carved it’s way into my daily default. But then…
Then, morning light spills across a birch wood table and the shadows dance. Then, the plants crowded in one corner seem to perk up and sigh with relief. Then, the steam soars from my teacup in a way I haven’t noticed. And I feel it. That nameless force that warms the heart and stomach, ignites the pulse and relaxes the lungs. It’s a melting. A detour from the routine.
And I just can’t help but grab my camera and try to capture the magic before the sun shifts. And I have to stop and release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. Relax the jaw I didn’t know I had clenched.
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