this is what i mean.

About noticing, you know? This is right outside my front door. This is on my way to my porch on the walk home from work. This isn’t fancy. This isn’t explosive. This is home, and that is lovely. All of it – the changing seasons and and the crisp air and the life that we’re making here. This is what I mean about noticing. It’s all right here.



Filed under the back burner.

2 responses to “this is what i mean.

  1. Sometimes we just need to be reminded. Thanks, Nikki. And what a lovely street you live on!

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