60° today. I have my windows open, and the balance of the air against my bare skin and my warm tea feels both centering and promising. I can hear the day care center across the street, through the hall and bedroom window. The kids are being themselves, loudly, but their calls and shots are proper and grounding. This is how life should be, the world’s gentle hand on our shoulders as we go about our work and lives, a murmuration of works and goings to and fro.