Friday, January 30, 2015


I am fickle, like the sunlight.

Yesterday was full of sunshine and baking. It was a good time. The house was filled with warmth and the hours in the day seemed endless. I was restless to take on all tasks.

Today, there is light rain. The sun is clouded over. The air is chill. The bed and its comfort and warmth calls.

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