.... the day I determine to find the original surfaces. A counter that is utterly bare. No backpacks, muffins, valentines, sheets to sign, novels, cameras, or lego scraps. A table. Laying in wait and expectation.
This eases the transition into noticing the beautiful corners of my world. The tiny vignettes, the ordinary joys, the delightful details.
And the knowledge that the weekend has indeed arrived.