Preparing the coffee to brew and hear the sound of a train horn from the tracks down the street. The sound brings me back to my childhood home that had tracks right across the street. I loved hearing the trains at night. The rhythmic sound of the wheels rolling on the tracks. Hearing trains always brings me back to my childhood home.
“Look Fonzy I sewed my first bodice!”
Fonzy: “What is that! We are in the apocalypse and you are sewing a Halloween dress!”
Thankful I have my own craft space to leave messy if need be.
Pizza and wine for dinner
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