* Three candles sit side by side, lit. Two flames are constant, unwavering. The third flame dances to unseen, unfelt tides.
* The freshness of fallen snow when I stand outside. The city rattle and hum is muted. A humidity in the air quenches my arid pores.
* I have a Sunday assignation on screen which is a golden appointment. Not wanting to miss it, I log on with fiercely straggling hair. (No aroma screen yet so I am safe with the smell part.) He:"Your hair, your hair!" And he laughs because his hair is a wreck also!
* I splurged on two wreaths. Their aroma permeates my bedroom and I wake to lavender, eucalyptus and thyme.
* I did not vote. Rhett Butler's parting words hum in my mind.
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