Our days are filled with wishes and hopes.
“I hope we get that place.”
“I wish I would hear back about that job.”
I try to stay centered amidst all the wishes and hopes that pile up on our shoulders and around our feet.
And then I turn a corner and there is yet another micro-library on someone’s front lawn and I giggle like a gnome.
Writing from: a magical place. Listening to: a passing freight train.