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The faithful love of the Lord never ends!
        His mercies never cease.
Great is his faithfulness;
        his mercies begin afresh each morning. | Lamentations 3:22-23

it's saturday morning.

the sun is out. there is a bird singing what i can only imagine is a happy song in bird language. it sounds happy.

i can already feel that it's going to be a beautiful day. the weather is supposed to be 8°C and sunny. could one ask for more in early march?

it's been a long couple of weeks. having bronchitis is always draining, but i feel as though this whole year i've been moving as if through jello— slow and ineffective.

but today feels different.

perhaps because of all the walking i've been doing. or simply making time and space in my life to connect with friends face to face, to talk, laugh and/or cry together. in this technological age, it's too easy to have social needs met by lesser forms of communication. i crave less virtual, and more real interaction.

for whatever reason, today i feel as though i've woken up.

good morning, world.