friday.

waking up to a phone call from mum.

listening to NPR's morning edition.

song segments in between stories.

packing everything so perfectly in my backpack.

riding safely and having no mishaps on the way to work.

morning rhythm.

looking for alligators as i cross over that canal.

that i see low tide in the morning and high tide in the afternoon.

missing all of the broken glass on the sidewalk.

krishna laughing in the courtyard this morning.

cindy lou having left a circled article from the paper on my desk for encouragement.

cindy's help with the booklist.

plugging away on what is usually a laboriously slow task.

bev.

a free latte! thanks to my very own resident lifesaver, cindy.

leftovers for lunch at my desk.

taking a nap on the ground in the courtyard at the height of midday.

when cindy said to krishna pointing my way, "i think we have a vagrant in the corner over there."

making short work of wieldy sentences.

that phone conversation in the back alley.

that the truth is always made known.

that we each make our own journey.

a feeling of peace and resolution.

that she said, "you give so much...always."

raymond offering a piece of dark chocolate.

riding home safely.

not being blinded...seriously...by the gnats.

the cars that waited and acknowledged my presence on the road.

cold showers.

pema sitting by me at dusk.

talking to my mum on the phone.

a good cry.

reading into the night.

getting laundry done.

protection.

that only love is real.