The Hermit goes outside

Crisp chill in the morning air.
Brightness.
Blinded, blinking until vision clears.

Car.
Stuffy, open the window.
Music.
Insulate happy bubble.

Destination.
Children playing.
She’s smiling.
Hermit begins to write.

Home.
She’s tired.
Naptime begins with kisses.
Hermit smiles and begins to type.

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