Quiet Times

As I was getting ready for bed last night, my beloved remarks about the hoot-owl that was saying “Good night,” to us.

As I roll into bed with her and check my alarm, she starts stroking my hair.

I fall asleep in the arms of my beloved. listening to a great horned owl and thinking all is right with the world. Best night’s sleep I have had in some time.

‘Tis true, the best times are the simplest.

 

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