Just before the tea kettle calls
Long nights of the soul turn into early mornings of the soul. For some reason I lay in bed thinking about things from when I was in ninth grade. Faces and places played through my mind as I remembered minute details of my life at age fourteen. Strange the way that my mind triggers memories when it does not want to shut down for sleep.I have along day ahead of me preparing for tonight's sushi dinner party for seven. I hope I can find top quality fish this morning. Perhaps I'll steal a few winks of sleep around noon. Ah, I hear the tea kettle humming her harmonic whistle...
JB aka JayBee created this post at 6:18 AM.
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