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People watching, hidden from the crowds

A private show at your convenience, at a very good price

Turning the lock, first right, then up, sigh of relief in the cool, dark, calm as you lean against the door and ease into the stillness

Imagining soft piano and closing your eyes to hear peaceful ocean waves

Tea kettle sings, a chipped mug you painted on a foggy grey afternoon

Under Erin’s quilt, a house-warming gift, a heart-warming gift, watching Breakfast at Tiffany’s, or Classic Dr. Phil

One pot for one plate, one #27 curry to please one growling stomach

Deep in the dark of a matinee movie theatre, open arm rests for miles, laughing softly to yourself, or maybe louder than you think, free to love or hate the villain, who cares if he broke her heart

Tuesday morning alarm clock, or Sunday morning sleeping in with lazy satisfaction

A quick run through the park, and a home-made green tea smoothie, no one has to see the color.

Or a late cup of coffee, on a teeny patio, just one loved armchair will fit as you sip slowly to warm the contented soul that sinks into the soft, worn leather.

The day is young and free as your hand reaches for the phone and you scroll through the rolodex in your mind, there’s that new movie out today, and his party tonight.

A glance at your calendar, appointments and deadlines, tugs you to emmerge

But then a car honks on the street below, a cloud looks like Peter Rabbit, small hands holding soapy wands lean over flowerpots as rainbow bubbles drift down from a nearby rooftop,

And you still have coffee in your cup,

And you submerge for just a while longer.