It isn't even moving time and I am already missing much:
the birds from my office window
the raccoons playing havoc on bird feeders (the love and hate of it all)
watching my dogs in the backyard as they spot wildlife
waking up in my bed looking at the mountain range
the laughter of friends as I sit in front of them while we dine
hugging my friends
decorating my house (and yes, my once weekly moving of furniture in the living room)
driving to Franklin over Cowee Mountain
driving into Asheville from the coast
the Balsams on 23/74
fall
spring
the bulbs popping up in the garden
a regular size washer and dryer
remembering my former self before I forgot what I did the day before, or five minutes ago
the smile on my face before I stopped smiling when I awakened each morning
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