I treasure long mornings in this front porch spot. Butter-colored sunlight pours in through the screens, speckled with lacey shade of surrounding tree branches. Small sips of home-brewed coffee chased with deep draughts of God-alive. I ease my way out of slumber and into each new day. As I wake, I relax into watching the neighbors emerge from their homes and embark on their own routines. I depend on the couple that crosses our sidewalk each morning at 8:15. I sit up to see Bill and his small dog, tromping across the autumn-dried yards. Engines turn over as people speed off towards their workweeks. The world spins on as I sit and watch, just glad that I'm given grace to spectate for awhile before becoming a part of each today.
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