I daydream of books and soft blankets, a myriad of poetic words and shearling weaving their fibers together. I daydream of the river lapping at the bank, leaves floating gently by as the heavens reflect from the rocky bottom. I daydream of broth, mixed and curated in love, vegetables grown deep below the air we breathe mixed in. I daydream of the way my children’s hair smells, of home and of their own unique selves; a part of me. I daydream of the soft clicking noises my sewing machine makes, withstanding the test of time, 94 years young. I daydream of bee bottoms on flower heads, knees laden with pollen, the earth nourished from one blossom to the next. Mother Earth is preparing to sleep, a must for new beginnings while we keep busy, a colony of bees who never hibernate. But I see her stifle a yawn and I know.. We all need rest. We all need daydreams. We all deserve this so that we too can keep growing. -JL
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