It was a Saturday for getting things done -- finishing up Friday's work from the coffee shop before eight o'clock, choosing birthday gifts and cards for dear ones, fixing the frying pan handle, scrubbing the shower tiles, folding a week's worth of laundry, making plans for how we might do the things that feel best this winter (this year). We waited for snow that never arrived, drank cups of tea in the afternoon, diffused orange and pine oils. It was the sort of Saturday that felt ordinary in the best, most-needed way.
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