In the thick of my hurry.
I forget how much I need boring Sundays.
The backwards hug mid-stretch.
Puppy paws clicking the wood floor toward me for a snuggle.
The smell of oatmeal and cinnamon and maple between a half-read article on my screen.
The gray winter light. The choice to rest.
These moments don’t shout — they settle.
When health and stability are shaky in the winter.
These small forgettable comforts.
Begin to feel like everything.
🌿 Snowdrops and slender teardrop-shaped white flowers.
Nodding downward like they’re bowing.
A gesture of humility and belief that life will return even when everything appears frozen or still.
Watercolor, 9in x 7in
Framed with a white mat boarder, 10in x 12in
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