The sun is shining through the open balcony doors and finds my face.

Where am I?

I am where I want to be.

At the beginning of a new chapter in my life, full of excitement.

Maybe somewhere in the South of France.

Or almost ready for an afternoon snack.

Waiting for inspiration.

Waiting for nothing.

In a good place.

Or even an amazing place.

Or just.

Just.

Sitting in the sun.

What does it mean?

It means what I want it to mean.

Everything.

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