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There’s a mug of coffee brewing on a cold winter morning
There’s a firefly landing on my hand on a warm summer night
I have had the chance to recount those moments of clarity
When I least expected the winds of change to blow through my soul
Why I haven’t been outside since this pandemic began
Well, it’s because I don’t remember what “outside” is.
I don’t remember the wind at my back
As anything but a disturbance in my day
Because I now have to pick up the scattered papers of my life
The wind is stronger here in this quiet place