Lunch

Here. I know this spot. My elbow an anchor for my head. Thoughts dance for an hour before returning to the grind.

Between bites, I ponder what I want to be when I grow up and sort through tasks on my to do list, stopping every few minutes to take in the sunshine and watch tangoing leaves on the patio.

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