Woke early to watch the sky through an eastern window, a drama of dark clouds sweeping across a pale gray background. I opened my eyes again to streaks of rose, then to patches of celestial blue. Time to rise and pack, carry home memories of this time and place.
At mid-morning rain spatters the pond outside my writing window. I'm nearly packed and am just putting a few finishing touches on this blog before I leave, knowing that another world will engulf me when I return. But I hope to remember the co-ordinates of this soul place in soul space.
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