Last night was pure delight, hot-tubbing in thick moonsilvered mist, steam blending with haze as we hung suspended over the seamless void, cliff and sea rendered invisible. I breathed in peace, I breathed in pleasure.

I’ve heard this is the way the other half lives, but it’s more like a tiny fraction. Now I type at a glass desk overlooking the misty day, borrowed cat purring in my lap, borrowed pleasures giving me a taste of things that may yet come.

Gratitude is key to more to be grateful for; thankful am I for this lifestyle that once eluded me.

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