You know, like we do on lazy Sunday mornings.
Before we head off to the Farmers' Market.
Pickle vegetables all afternoon.
Listen to nothing but vinyl.
And make out across the kitchen counter.
But that was before all that. When the warm morning sunlight crept through the windows, bathing V in that perfect light of early fall.
Perfect! Why say more!
ReplyDeleteThanks Chris! And Anisa, quite descriptive and TOTALLY apt.
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Speechless!
ReplyDeleteIt seems we got at leas one word out of you!
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