Last Days of Autumn πŸπŸ‚πŸ–€

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The Last Days of Autumn

How strange is it to be walking in 75 degrees weather on the last days of Fall…

When the leaves float from the sky and trickle through the tree branches creating the sound of raindrops.

The Sun, though, the strangest of all…

Is pure sustenance, both joyful and vital.

A force that is so complex.

A source that is immeasurable.

The Sun & the Son…

The circle of life.

πŸ–€K.

Slow Mornings. βœ¨β˜•οΈπŸ•―οΈπŸš‚

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Slow mornings feel like…

A clean living room…

A choo-choo train…

A morning sunrise…

A cup of coffee…

& Children still asleep…

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Not often do I have moments when I get to wake up and piddle around the house and make a slow rise into the day… this is a memory I’d like to keep.

❀️. K

Morning.

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Back to work! 

Tomorrow the moon will be in the last quarter phase… in Scorpio. I’m feeling the urge to be thankful for the people that I love and the awesome job that I have.  Snap from this morning at work! 

Love & Moonlight,

Kelly