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.