As night falls, I pull down the shades, turn down the lights, and get ready for another cozy night in Portland.
I have a cup of tea; sometimes as a treat I have hot
chocolate.
Get out my journal and write about what I did today.
I write for what seems like hours.
I set down my pen and my journal.
Yawn and stretch.
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Sip the last of my tea.
Off with the lights.
I’m at peace.
Good night.
