Vortex

Life has been a vortex of busyness.

it’s nice to sit down in the Oakland rose garden for a breath.

to feel the wisps of wind floating by.

the faintest smell of roses.

Plump squirrels nibbling on nuts.

wild turkeys honking. Yes there are turkeys here.

For a moment time stops.

 

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