Yesterday morning was just a yesterday morning, usually quickly forgotten as a yesterday’s morning becomes nothing more than just that, a yesterday, then a today and then a tonight and then another yesterday … and well, let’s do it all over again.
But there was this from my living room window as a Bella sat tall on her cat tower staring me, eye to eye, wondering of just what it was that I was doing. Then. Just a few pictures girlfriend. Under chin rubs next. It’s too pretty.
I’m all for forward but a yesterday’s morning needs be remembered so as not to get lost in a today and then a tonight and then a tomorrow almost as if it never was.
Take pause. At the pretty.
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