ebbs behind the mountains and the now, multicolored clouds, I find myself on the back porch.
Making my lunch for tomorrow.
With the job I have been training for, I find that I could have Subway every day.
One of my cherished fantasies.
But I find that, sometime over the past few years, I have become cheap.
Too cheap to buy lunch every day.
And I like grilling. I love the smell of the smoldering charcoal. It is even more prevalent this night as I forgot to bring it in last time and it got rained on.
Love those waterproof bags, but if enough wet gets on them, well, I don’t have to elaborate on that.
The chicken and onions are sizzling and the smell makes my mouth water.
I’m looking forward to tomorrow mostly because of my lunch break.
I feel quiet in my mind and peaceful in my spirit.