Thick, thick steamy not yet even summer day and
without much thought
I decide against a meeting,
not necessarily required but expected.
And go straight home.
Peaceably, later I walk alone.
Intentional, the swing of my arms and the strength of my stride
The sun fades making shadows and settles warm like ocean tide
Shallow, against my legs treading back toward home
As I press on and on
On my own and better
For choosing home over expectation.
“Better is a handful of quietness than two hands full of toil and a striving after wind.”
Ecclesiastes 4:6 ESV
A happy way of life.
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