Ms Maggie: Good morning.
The thunderstorms have moved on, and the harbor seems to be putting itself back together.
A little water
Good morning.
The thunderstorms have moved on, and the harbor seems to be putting itself back together.
A little water dripping from the canvas.
Birds starting up again in the trees.
Someone moving around on a boat across the way.
And my tea tastes particularly good this morning.
I suppose that’s one of the nice things about storms.
Eventually they run out of things to say.
And the morning gets on with being a morning.
Wishing you a quiet Sunday, my friends. 💛
Ms Maggie: Good morning. The thunderstorms have moved on, and the harbor seems to be putting itself back together. A little water d
Good morning. The thunderstorms have moved on, and the harbor seems to be putting itself back together. A little water dripping from the canvas. Birds starting up again in the trees. Someone moving around on a boat across the way. And my tea tastes particularly good this morning. I suppose that’s one of the nice things about storms. Eventually they run out of things to say. And the morning gets on with being a morning. Wishing you a quiet Sunday, my friends. 💛
Good morning. The thunderstorms have moved on, and the harbor seems to be putting itself back together. A little water dripping from the canvas. Birds starting up again in the trees. Someone moving around on a boat across the way. And my tea tastes particularly good this morning. I suppose that’s one of the nice things about storms. Eventually they run out of things to say. And the morning gets on with being a morning. Wishing you a quiet Sunday, my friends. 💛
