A Perfect Afternoon

5:29 PM



When the afternoon sunlight streams through our french windows and casts patterns on our hardwood floors, warming the wood and my feet, I find myself wandering over to the piano to lose myself in the feeling of the keys beneath my fingers. Bailey has always loved it when I play the piano, and sometimes, I find her curled up on the couch, just snoozing.

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