The day is cold, and dark, and rain is predicted to start in an hour. It’s not a time to hang clothes outside, and yet, I visualize a clothesline, expectations hung like clothes dragging it down, until dry, the wind blows through, and so this day unfolds before me, light with ease, dry to fly.  Despite what’s happening outside, I’m light inside.   

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