Tea

I am sitting here full of endorphins

having finished my morning run

Content and full of this

perfect autumnal morning

drinking tea with sugar and milk

like I used to at my Grandmothers

Am I enjoying the tea or the memory

of having tea with Gram

Same can be said for

autumn memories

as

It always reminds me of Mom

I’m Mark

His friends observe Mark seems wired a little differently. Perhaps it’s more likely that noticing little things often missed by others is a relic of a quieter, simpler time. He has a way with words, which he refuses to let be hindered by sub-par typing skills. People have great stories to tell if you sit and listen.

A belief dear to Mark is that there is certain beauty in the world. You simply have to look for it.

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