wonders never cease
“Nahhhht bad for a seh-connd try!” Thalia stages a photo op with aid of a freshly plucked weed.
Nia’s soft gaze surveys the room. Henny naps. Blueberry pie beckons from the countertop. A completed manuscript awaits its next step.
“— fide, not fried.” Nia corrects.
“… a Henny who disappeared chasing a flock turkeys on the trail came home… a pie crust flakier than a January blizzard calls for a fork… and our Loveletterist embraces adventures she never saw coming.” Cal inhales the scent of sizzling bacon. “Amazing what happens when we think in terms of can do…”
We act as though comfort and luxury were the chief requirements of life, when all that we need to make us happy is something to be enthusiastic about.