A snowy Friday morning and I'm sitting on my breakfast table, watching the flakes fall from the nude branches of the elm tree.
The whirl of a distant fan, a gentle din breaking the silence of an otherwise quiet day.
You rang me just to say hi early in the morning. I couldn't have asked for a more wonderful wakeup call.
In a long time, I am finally at peace within myself. Happy and content, but somewhat afraid that in a flip of a moment, this can all go away.
But when one has known so many heartaches, the anticipation of it doesn't phase me anymore.
I know not, how long this will last, but as long as it does, I'm still happy.
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