no alarm. no running. whistle of the kettle. the grinder preparing the chemicals. the pouring...the chilly porch chair. the layer of dew. last of the hummingbirds buzzes up to the empty feeder. the lack of an offering will hopefully send him southward. deep breathe. cloudy exhale mixing with the steam rising from the mug. squirrels playing in the backyard. digging holes in a wet yard. the spearmint is still growing. fog completes the scene. time for a stretch, the foam roller and liquids from the shower head.
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