Good morning. I’m looking out my window at the burgeoning blue sky and green trees and breathing in air that is not conditioned for the first time in weeks. It’s the depths of summer here in Wisconsin and though in normal years this time drives me crazy (my mental health does not flourish in heat and I travel more than ever) this one is different in so many ways, none of which I have to tell you about. I’m grateful for these small moments where I see even with all that’s going on in the world, in my life and with me, this is still a beautiful place to be.
Can we read? No. 7
Can we read? No. 7
Can we read? No. 7
Good morning. I’m looking out my window at the burgeoning blue sky and green trees and breathing in air that is not conditioned for the first time in weeks. It’s the depths of summer here in Wisconsin and though in normal years this time drives me crazy (my mental health does not flourish in heat and I travel more than ever) this one is different in so many ways, none of which I have to tell you about. I’m grateful for these small moments where I see even with all that’s going on in the world, in my life and with me, this is still a beautiful place to be.