the blue muse

In a morning already hot and filled with sunshine.

We take what we get this year, every other day seems to be rainy, but I spent much of the weekend outside beneath the sky and the crazy dueling song of two mockingbirds.

Solace and solitude for a slightly tired soul.

I read for nine hours Saturday, outside in the shade and then inside late into the night. It was an escape into another world, one I would never want to live in, but a fabulously told story just the same: The Nightingale by Kristin Hannah. I love a book that removes me from my life and transports me to another, a book that lets me believe, even for a few short hours, that I have traveled somewhere new.

And I love these mornings filled with open windows and happy birds, bare feet and tea with roses.

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Wishing you a week filled with love.

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