A Warm Glow

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I just got home from a 12 hour work day. I have had a strange headache, and at one point an earache and was dizzy. Perhaps it was from twirling around in school, showing my friend how wonderfully my embroidered silk skirt flowed when I danced in a circle. How silly I must have looked. But how fun it was!

I was disappointed that I did not swim during my brief break as it was quite warm out, (80+ degrees here in the mountains of New York!!) but I knew that the trip to the lake would only stress me out as I had limited time, and was not feeling all that well.

When I left work it was dark, and the night air was swampy, damp, and fabulously seductively warm for October. If it would only keep on like this---I might survive the depression that the fading sunlight offers me.

Upon walking in the door Larry handed me a short nip of ice cold vodka with fresh squeezed lemon, the perfect end to a long day. As I sipped my drink in the darkness, I was drawn to the warm red orange glow of the mantle. I love my new Edward Gorey cardboard figures, the little orange lights and other interesting decorative items that adorn my fireplace. With the last blast of energy I made this photo, and type out a few descriptive words.

It was a long but good day. I met many of my student's parents and was thrilled to be able to tell them how much I love their children (OK, most of them). To see parents happy that their children have found a school that gives them a second chance makes all the hard work worthwhile. I made some portraits - kids LOVE to have their pictures taken, and I will go to sleep knowing I have bought joy to some of their lives.

May you all go to bed feeling the warm glow of love. fulfillment, and peace.

Patti

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Unknown said…
sleep sweet!
9:41 AM
Mateusz said…
very sweet! :)
4:39 PM
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