One recent weekend, I stood at the kitchen sink washing a few dishes, listening to the quiet of the early morning as another day slowly revealed itself. A few birds chirped to each other and occasionally a parent and child would stroll by walking their dog.
The window over the sink was open and I felt the summer air gently lift my hair and float over my face and arms as the warm water and liquid soap spilled over my hands. The tree limbs were gently swaying, pushing the leaves into each other and then bringing them back again.
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