Today I was feeling down, the weight of the world seemed to bear down upon my sensitive soul. I hopped on my bike to clear my mind, rode through the crisp autumn air down south the Tōji, one of my favorite temples. The sun was brilliant, the clouds moving about in a slow dance, and I forgot what I could possibly worry about. Arriving back at home, a note from the neighbors and a present of cute little socks hung from my door. I canceled plans to make dinner since I've not been sleeping so well and just feel a little run down. Gratitude for these moments from the very depths of my little heart...

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