Sometimes.
100 words, 100 days, day ninety-seven.
Sometimes.
Bright summer sunshine make me lazy. Sometimes I need to be lazy.
Silent stillnesses clothe me in peace. Sometimes I need to be clothed in peace.
Busy birdsong on warm summer mornings makes me smile. Sometimes I need to smile.
The laughter of children chimes to something in me. Sometimes I need the laughter to chime in me.
The rhythm of a walk in nature calms my busy thoughts. Sometimes I need to cease all my business.
Music can hold me in its spell. Sometimes I need to be held in spells.
I always come off better when I stop to write out about what I see and feel. I need to come off better.
How about you?
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