Sippin slow…

It’s the first time in years that spring has burst into color with such vibrancy. The storms have left everything like a meadow. As someone who has grown up in a drought, it’s crazy to think this is the way it’s supposed to be. This weekend is for sleeping in, even if it’s just for an extra thirty minutes, a glorious thirty minutes. I’ll be sipping slow, enjoying my view, and signing off. I felt like keeping it short this week. It was a crazy one. Enjoy whatever view finds you this Saturday morning.



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