Fall wrapped itself around the mountains in a cold misty blanket. Rain wept for the lost summer season. Emily wore her oldest and most comfortable pajamas. The kids had already gone into school with their rain jackets and rubber boots. Her husband carried the soft memory of her farewell kiss to start his day. She was finally alone. Her eyes now caressed the items carefully placed in the home office. A small red ball played music on the shelf. Its black wire finding her ipod. Norah Jones and Keb Mo warmed the air in the room against the clear cold rain tickling the window. She took another sip of warm peppermint tea. The sharp flavor danced with her senses. The keyboard, and laptop conquered all of the available space on the wooden desk. She sighed, breathing in the moment as she pulled out her notebook. A delightful moment of writing drank her up as smooth and focused as the storm outside.
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Wow! Beautiful moment of peace. I want to go have some peppermint tea!