fans whirling
birds chirping and singing and flapping their wings
squirrels chattering and crunching the pecans and acorns that have begun to fall
little voices with big ideas
my husband's voice telling me how much he loves me
the wind occasionally stirring through the trees and grass
the slam of car doors and the hoot of laughter
the drone of a motorcycle going down our street
the sound of shoes pounding the pavement as a group of runners run by
His voice in my heart urging me further up and deeper in
the hiss of my coffee pot as it leaks the final drops of liquid into the pot
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