Journal

Waterfront Property...

The best moments of late have come when I’ve settled in.

The other day with Oliver outside…

…sitting along the curb.

Our feet nested in the sump pump run-off.

A few random toys.

A beer.

Acceptance of what is/was.

Listening to him.

Taking direction from him.

Being there.

In it.

Letting all of my worries/thoughts take a backseat…

…while we soaked in our waterfront property.

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