The Middle Day
The middle day of the long weekend — nothing pulling from either side. This is what enough feels like. Noticing it is the entire practice.
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The middle day of the long weekend — nothing pulling from either side. This is what enough feels like. Noticing it is the entire practice.
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The unofficial last Saturday of summer. Endings are what give seasons their shape. Do summer one more time, on purpose — gratefully, not sadly.
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The Friday before Labor Day weekend. Three days is enough time to actually unwind — the third day is when rest reaches the bottom of the tank.
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