Returning home is bittersweet.
I miss my Colorado home already. The splendor of the mountains. (memories)
Home has the splendor of the ocean and cool breeze. (senses)
Dog hair everywhere - how does that happen when the dog hasn't been here. (expectation)
Reality?
What is real?
Sitting at a computer typing.
Even in this moment I am setting the stage for the next moment. Time to get skillfully in action.
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