Morning has broken, like the first morning.
Day is done, gone the sun, from the sea, from the hills, from the sky.
Lately, my weekend routine has me seeing the break and end of day on a cliff above the Pacific Ocean. Between, I’ve been tucked away in my Topanga treehouse, sewing up a storm. I’m just about done with the overseas Christmas stuff. Hopefully all will be mailed this coming week. Then I tackle the US gifts.
I am so very content these days. I somehow wangled myself a fabulous life.