I cleaned the porch this weekend, sweeping up months of Los Angeles particulate matter, oak leaves, cobwebs, and this beauty. I'd been hearing the mourning doves lately, preening in the branches above, and am glad one decided to drop this small treasure.
It's been a quiet and still summer, and I've enjoyed many moments of nada. Moving into fall (although with no physical signs of it yet), I'm preparing myself to work hard with a heavier courseload and new job responsibilities, but hold on to these momentary breaks. That means less talking, more walking, and focusing on each sweep of air that passes through me.
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