The sun is shining fantastically. The sky is blue and the white clouds gliding along underneath that dome are doing so at the pace of a parade of homecoming troops, gloating in their victory and taking their time walking, enjoying the adulation, enjoying being home.
I am listening to Van Morrison's Astral Weeks. Perhaps that says it all. It probably does but I will add anyways that I am feeling really good, that I am drinking coffee, and that I am about to go join this sky, am about to head off to yoga and to wanderings, here, there, wherever.
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