Compound Joy

I didn’t want to go. By 9am, I’d already been to the bank, the chemist, school and the baker’s. Every day chores. Life class just felt like another.

To my immense good fortune, my feet took me there anyway, and  the music playing in the studio was right up my street. The coffee bubbled away in the background, and all the joys compounded.

Sisetta, unfinished (c) Trudi Murray 2014

Sisetta, unfinished
(c) Trudi Murray 2014

 

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