A sniff in time

Riding home from work, having missed synchro practice on Wedneday evening, I was pretty cranky. Frustrated by my inability to take care of myself and create balance, I cursed my lot in life.

It was riding past this building that shook me out of my funk. You’d know it if you smelled it! This is where Ritual Roasters roast their coffee beans.

The batch that what was cooking up grounded me in the present. A whiff and a sniff and I was reminded that all is well in the world. All I had to do was breathe. Everything else was in my mind.

My bike and my senses mattered. I was alive and smiling. Future and past need not be present.

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